Ballata degli impiccati - De Andrè
And while I’m at it:
Ballad of the Hanged
Francois Villon
Brother humans who live after us, do not be hard-hearted towards us, for if you have pity for us wretches, God will reward you for it. Here you see us hanging, five, six: and the flesh that nourished us too much is now devoured and rotten; we, bones, become ash and dust. Let no one laugh at our misery; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
If we call you brothers, you must not disdain us, even though we are hanged for justice. However, you know that not all men are wise, forgive us, for we have passed away, towards the son of the virgin Mary, may He grant us grace, saving us from infernal lightning. We are dead, soul, hate drives us away, but pray to God that He may absolve us!
The rain has soaked and washed us and the sun has dried and blackened us. Magpies and crows have pecked out our eyes and torn out our beards and eyebrows. Not for a moment have we rested here or there as the wind changes, swaying without pause, more pecked than thimbles for sewing. Do not be of our company; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
Jesus, who has sovereign power over all, make it so that Hell does not possess us: with him, we have nothing to do. Here there is no shadow of mockery; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
And while I’m at it:
Ballad of the Hanged
Francois Villon
Brother humans who live after us, do not be hard-hearted towards us, for if you have pity for us wretches, God will reward you for it. Here you see us hanging, five, six: and the flesh that nourished us too much is now devoured and rotten; we, bones, become ash and dust. Let no one laugh at our misery; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
If we call you brothers, you must not disdain us, even though we are hanged for justice. However, you know that not all men are wise, forgive us, for we have passed away, towards the son of the virgin Mary, may He grant us grace, saving us from infernal lightning. We are dead, soul, hate drives us away, but pray to God that He may absolve us!
The rain has soaked and washed us and the sun has dried and blackened us. Magpies and crows have pecked out our eyes and torn out our beards and eyebrows. Not for a moment have we rested here or there as the wind changes, swaying without pause, more pecked than thimbles for sewing. Do not be of our company; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
Jesus, who has sovereign power over all, make it so that Hell does not possess us: with him, we have nothing to do. Here there is no shadow of mockery; but pray to God that He may absolve us!
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