Fabrizio De Andrè — Ballata Dell'Amore Cieco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ballata Dell'Amore Cieco" by Fabrizio De Andrè.
Lyrics
Un uomo onesto, un uomo probo,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
s’innamorò perdutamente
d’una che non lo amava niente.
Gli disse portami domani,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
gli disse portami domani
il cuore di tua madre per i miei cani.
Lui dalla madre andò e l’uccise,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
dal petto il cuore le strappò
e dal suo amore ritornò.
Non era il cuore, non era il cuore,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
non le bastava quell’orrore,
voleva un’altra prova del suo cieco amore.
Gli disse amor se mi vuoi bene,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
gli disse amor se mi vuoi bene,
tagliati dei polsi le quattro vene.
Le vene ai polsi lui si tagliò,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
e come il sangue ne sgorgò
correndo come un pazzo da lei tornò.
Gli disse lei ridendo forte,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
gli disse lei ridendo forte,
l’ultima tua prova sarà la morte.
E mentre il sangue lento usciva
e ormai cambiava il suo colore,
la vanità fredda gioiva,
un uomo s’era ucciso per il suo amore.
Fuori soffiava dolce il vento
tralalalalla tralallaleru
ma lei fu presa da sgomento
quando lo vide morir contento.
Morir contento e innamorato
quando a lei nulla era restato
non il suo amore non il suo bene
ma solo il sangue secco delle sue vene.
Lyrics translation
An honest man, a probo man,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
she fell madly in love
one who didn't love him at all.
He said Take Me Tomorrow,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
he said Take Me Tomorrow
your mother's heart for my dogs.
He went to his mother and killed her,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
from the chest the heart tore them
and from his love he returned.
It wasn't the heart, it wasn't the heart,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
that horror wasn't enough for her,
he wanted another proof of his blind love.
He told him amor if you love me,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
he told him amor if you love me,
cut off the wrists of the four veins.
The veins on his wrists he cut himself,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
and how the blood flowed from it
running like a madman he returned to her.
She said to him laughing loudly,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
she said to him laughing loudly,
your last Test will be death.
And as the slow blood came out
and by now it was changing its color,
cold Vanity rejoiced,
a man had killed himself for his love.
Outside the wind blew sweet
tralalalalla tralallaleru
but she was taken aback
when I saw him die happy.
To die happy and in love
when she had nothing left
not his love not his good
but only the dry blood of his veins.