Aug 112016
 

Me and Bobby McGee (Mè e Roberto Mècghì)

7th song from the album Pearl (11-Jan-1971)
by Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster
Cover by Janis Joplin

Traduzione in dialetto romagnolo a cura di mazapegul:

Strèch s-cènt a Baton Rouge
Aspitèmmi e treno
Quand a s’era sbiavìda cumpagna i mi jeans
Roberto l’ha farmè un camion cun e didòun
Apena prèma che piuves
Cu s’ha purtè dret a New Orleans
Aiò tirè forra la mi armonica inguplèda in tla mi bandana ròssa luzòusa
A sunèva pianein quand Roberto e cantèva e blues
Al spazoli de vèidar las daseva e ritmo
A tniva la mèna ad Roberto cun la mia
Avèm cantè tot al canzouni chi cnos i camiunestar

La libertà l’è soul un’èlta paróla
Par no avèi gnint da perd
Gnint l’ha sens s’un’è lebar
Sè, stè ben l’era fazil
Quand lò e cantèva e blues
Tal se che stè ben par me l’era a sa
L’era a sa par mè e Roberto Mècghì

Da al minìri ad carboun de Kentucky
A e soul dla California
Sè, Roberto l’ha capei i segreti dla mi amna
Cun e soul o cun la piòza
Cun tot quèl ch’avèm fat
Sè, e mi Roberto un m’ha fat ciapè frèd
Un dè dri da Salinas
A l’ho lasè sguilè via
E zarchèva cla cà
E me a spèir cu lepa truvèda
A scambiareb tot i mi dmèn
Pr’oun ad chi dè
Che a tniva Roberto abrazè strèt

La libertà l’è soul un’èlta paróla
Par no avèi gnint da perd
Gnint l’ha sens s’un’è lebar
Sè, stè ben l’era fazil
Quand lò e cantèva e blues
Tal se che stè ben par me l’era a sa
L’era a sa par mè e Roberto Mècghì

Testo originale:

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train
And I’s feelin’ near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
It rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna
I was playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues, yeah
Windshield wipers slappin’ time, I was holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, don’t mean nothin’ hon’ if it ain’t free, no no
And, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feelin’ good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun
There Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yeah, Bobby baby kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He’s lookin’ for that home, and I hope he finds it
But, I’d trade all of my tomorrows, for a single yesterday
To be holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine

Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin’, that’s all that Bobby left me, yeah
But, feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feelin’ good was good enough for me, mm-hmm
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La da da
La da da da
La da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah

La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
La da da da da da da
Bobby McGhee, yeah

La da La la da da la da da la da da
La da da da da da da da da
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
Hey, my Bobby
Oh, my Bobby McGhee, yeah

Well, I call him my lover, call him my man
I said, I call him my lover did the best I can, c’mon
Hey now, Bobby now
Hey now, Bobby McGhee, yeah

Woo
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la la
Hey, hey, hey Bobby McGee, yeah
La da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la da, la
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee, yeah

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