Ballata Dell´amore Cieco o Della Vanità
Fabrizio De André
Ballad of Blind Love or Vanity
A righteous man, an honest man,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
fell madly in love
with one who didn't love him at all.
She said, 'bring me tomorrow',
tralalalalla tralallaleru
she said, 'bring me tomorrow'
your mother's heart for my dogs.
He went to his mother and killed her,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
he ripped the heart from her chest
and returned to his love.
It wasn't the heart, it wasn't the heart,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
that horror wasn't enough for her,
she wanted another proof of his blind love.
She said my love if you care for me,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
she said my love if you care for me,
cut the four veins in your wrists.
He cut the veins in his wrists,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
and as the blood gushed out
he ran like a madman back to her.
She said laughing loudly,
tralalalalla tralallalero
she said laughing loudly
'Your final proof will be death'.
And as the blood slowly flowed
and his color changed
vanity coldly rejoiced
a man had killed himself for her love.
Outside the wind blew gently,
tralalalalla tralallaleru
but she was filled with dismay
when she saw him die content.
Dying content and in love
when nothing was left for her
not his love not his kindness
but only the dry blood of his veins.
