Translation of the song lyrics Notte Di San Severo - Modena City Ramblers, Casa Del Vento

Notte Di San Severo (original)

L’estate del '44
Fu la pi?
calda di tutto il secolo
Perch?
vent’anni di fame e miseria
Per le visioni in camicia nera
Che ci portarono in mezzo a una guerra
A cui ribellarsi era cosa seria
E la montagna fu madre
Dei combattenti bambini.
Silvestro era un uomo grande
Che conosceva espedienti a memoria
Come un albero ed il suo nome
Non si piegava alle intemperie
E cos?
alle dittature
E alla propaganda esaltata
Che assicurava grandezza
Dove grandezza non c’era.
Ma i tedeschi che sparavano
E gridando distruggevano
E le donne che imploravano
I bambini che piangevano
E le case che bruciavano
Ed i fuochi divampavano
E le donne che imploravano
I bambini che piangevano.
Noi, saremo soli
A portare la croce e la storia
Noi, saremo soli
Contro uomini senza memoria.
Quella notte a San Severo
Si aspettava una rappresaglia
Silvestro impaurito
Non stette a pensare
Con sua moglie e i suoi otto figli
Lasci?
il paese e la casa
Per passare la notte
Nella boscaglia.
La notte pass?
in fretta
Tra il freddo e qualche favola
Ma sembr?
la pi?
bella di tutte
Col suo cielo d’estate
Non si sent?
alcun rumore
Dal paese lasciato
Silvestro decise che sarebbe tornato.
Ma i tedeschi li aspettavano
Ed i padri catturarono
E le donne che imploravano
I bambini che piangevano
E nel bosco li portarono
E poi dopo li bendarono
E da bestie fucilarono
Venti padri che morivano.
Noi, saremo soli
A portare la croce e la storia
Noi, saremo soli
Contro uomini senza memoria…
(Grazie a Teo, Morner e alex '89 per questo testo)

Notte Di San Severo (translation)

The summer of '44
It was the most?
hot throughout the century
Why?
twenty years of hunger and misery
For visions in black shirts
Which brought us into the midst of a war
To rebel against was a serious matter
And the mountain was a mother
Child fighters.
Sylvester was a great man
That he knew tricks by heart
Like a tree and its name
He did not bend to the elements
And so what?
to dictatorships
And to the exalted propaganda
Which ensured greatness
Where there was no greatness.
But the Germans who fired
And shouting they destroyed
And the women who begged
The children who were crying
And the houses that burned
And the fires blazed
And the women who begged
The children who were crying.
We, we will be alone
To carry the cross and history
We, we will be alone
Against men without memory.
That night in San Severo
He expected retaliation
Afraid Sylvester
He didn't stay to think
With his wife and eight children
Are you leaving?
the country and the house
To spend the night
In the bush.
Did the night pass?
quickly
Between the cold and some fairy tales
But it seemed?
the "P?
beautiful of all
With its summer sky
Didn't you hear?
no noise
From the country left
Sylvester decided that he would return.
But the Germans were waiting for them
And the fathers captured
And the women who begged
The children who were crying
And they took them into the woods
And then afterwards they blindfolded them
And from beasts they shot
Twenty fathers who died.
We, we will be alone
To carry the cross and history
We, we will be alone
Against men without memory ...
(Thanks to Teo, Morner and alex '89 for this text)