{"id":448,"date":"2020-07-03T21:47:07","date_gmt":"2020-07-03T19:47:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.illevriero.it\/new\/?page_id=448"},"modified":"2020-07-03T21:49:06","modified_gmt":"2020-07-03T19:49:06","slug":"lyrics-la-ballata-dellardito","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.illevriero.it\/new\/lyrics-la-ballata-dellardito\/","title":{"rendered":"LYRICS – La Ballata Dell’Ardito"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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LA BALLATA DELL’ARDITO<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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LA BALLATA DELL’ARDITO\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 (THE BALLAD OF THE ARDITO*)<\/h4>\n

Sharing my acquavite** and my strong cut-tobacco
On the Italian Alpine plateau, at dawn
A lieutenant taken prisoner and I sunk
Into the silence of that winter calm.
The clear air of the peaks wouldn\u2019t carry that stench
Which was familiar to both of us,
The stench of a young Europe caught in barbed wire,
Rotting like manure.<\/p>\n

But If I led you, it was because of my desperation
Not fearless impetuousness, but only indifference.
And if I\u2019ve ever been ardito*, it was because I\u2019ve been wounded for a long time
And I was waiting for the moment of my ultimate discharge,
Of the definitive Belief of he who feels nothing but disgust.<\/p>\n

The battle of Solstice heralded itself with a dreadful roar
Running along the entire front.
The perfect day to die, just the right one instilling its light upon the world
For a very long time.
I led my men outside, singing the bitter lyrics of blame I\u2019ve learnt
In narrow lanes close to port.
Relying on the fact that the Fate, by collecting us by the handful,
Would have at least righted all wrongs.<\/p>\n

But even though we were praised, and declared heroes
A treaty betrayed our blood.
And for all those who became dung, only a royal dispatch of vile condolences
So I took the liberty of challenging the Power
Of the Hand which was plotting respectably and in silence, strangling the people with golden chains,
And not of enemies who were bleeding just as we were bleeding
And now I\u2019m wandering, trying to request an audience with the one and only Superior…
– \u201cMajor Renzi! Presente!***\u201d<\/p>\n


**acquavite = a sort of italian brandy
* \u201cArdito\u201d in Italian means also \u201cbold, fearless\u201d \u2013 so, it\u2019s a pun.
*** it’s the Italian military salute for dead soldiers\/officers<\/p>\n

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UN SOGNO D’ELETTRA \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 (ELETTRA’S DREAM)<\/h4>\n

The night in my boudoir is dense,
A dream is rising from incense vapours –
A mirage of you.
Nothing can alleviate these thoughts of you,
The usual caress of laudanum is ineffective.
Just tell me why –
You taste of blood and lead, you penetrate my world
Just as that pure sword of the Archangel Michael,
But behind you, there\u2019s a more ancient God who\u2019s calling…
With your uniform on, my Soldier
You seem to me a king adorned with gold and fire
It\u2019s not because of that uniform that I noticed you:
It\u2019s the Man who wears it, who makes me succumb…<\/p>\n

Oh forgive my impudence, Madame
But I couldn\u2019t stand it anymore,
I know I could even die for you
Yes, but it\u2019s better than at the battlefront!
Oh open to me your opium den, that ambrosia which makes my blood run faster
\u2018Cause in two days I\u2019ll be back to that hell
Or I\u2019m convicted of deserting.<\/p>\n

Touch the Madness now \u2013 it\u2019s generous.
Tonight there\u2019s no need to ask.
It\u2019s a black symphony, but so precious
It can even treat your Abyss, you\u2019ll see…
Mais vous \u00eates si loin, vous \u00eates si loin*<\/p>\n

Oh just win and conquer me, my handsome Officer
Tonight we have our last chance.
You\u2019ll have something to remember over there,
Amongst the cannon shots.
Oh hold me tight, my Major
Take me again, harder and harder
It\u2019s nothing, but surely
I know I\u2019m embracing the Death…
Mais vous \u00eates si loin, vous \u00eates si loin*<\/p>\n

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* French for \u00ab you are so far away, so far away… \u00bb<\/p>\n

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