Fila la lana / Spin your wool *
Traduzione di Riccardo Venturi
In the war of Valois
the Lord of Vly died,
whether he was a brave hero
it remains still unknown.
But her abandoned Lady
mourning upon his death
thousand years and maybe more
will be mourning her sad fate.
Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
open your pages
to her sorrow.
And they came back by thousand,
all the warriors of Valois,
they came back to their families,
to their palaces and cities.
But the abandoned Lady
will not welcome back her sweetheart
and the big log in the fireplace
will not help warm her heart.
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Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
open your pages
to her sorrow.
You the knights, who ignore
while fighting fear and dread,
tighten well your coat of mail,
temper well your suit of armour.
To the enemy who attacks you
give a swift and quick reply,
because someone, behind those walls,
is waiting for you every moment.
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Spin your wool,
spin your memories
cherish the illusion
that he comes back
book of so sweet
love dreams,
close your pages
upon her sorrow.
