Προχθές αργά στο μπαρ το ναυάγιο, βρέθηκα to drink me a saint, sat at the next stool, and Holy Communion with whiskey and nero.Tou told grandpa what you want here is a holy place afto.Mou said, son, doing a huge mistake, here is the fear of people and passion. Look around, and dry drunk, and I told them I love them damned if do you want to sanctify must be sin, to prevent you, let metanoiseis.Prochthes, slowly sinking to the bar, got to drink with a saint, sat in the adjacent stools, and Holy Communion with whiskey and water, sat at the next stool at the end and paid the bill ...
Al Bar del relitto
L `altro ieri, sul tardi, al bar del relitto,
Mi sono ritrovato a bere con un sant` uomo,
Era seduto sullo sgabello, accanto al mio
E faceva la comunione con whiskey and water.
I said, my priest, you're looking for here?
this place is not a saint.
He replies, son, you make a big mistake
Here are the fear of men and passion
He looked around, sober and drunk,
And I said, "I love them, the damned, if you want to become
holy sin
you and if you make on time, well then repent. "
L `yesterday, the latest, to bar the wreck
I found myself drinking with the man a saint,
was sitting on the stool next to mine and did
communion with whiskey and water.
And in the end even paid the bill ...
unique, special, ironic, irreverent, Arletta's song, evoking memories of the old and ambiguous smoky bar, where the damned, the flowers of evil, can finally be themselves. Understanding emerges for the marginalized and the conscience of the hard path to moral salvation depends, however, only the freedom of choice for the person and not by social rules.
Claudia Capone.
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