Un Blasfemo (dietro Ogni Blasfemo C'e' Un Giardino Incantato)
Fabrizio De André
A Blasphemer (Behind Every Blasphemer There's an Enchanted Garden)
Never again did I bow down, not even to a flower,
I no longer blushed when stealing love,
since Winter convinced me that God
wouldn't blush for stealing mine.
One day they arrested me for women and wine,
they had no laws to punish a blasphemer,
death didn't kill me, but two pious guards,
they beat me up trying to find my soul.
Because I said God tricked the first man,
forced him to live a fool's life,
in the enchanted garden, he made him dream,
to ignore that in the world there's good and there's evil.
When he saw the man reaching out his fingers
to steal the mystery of a forbidden apple,
fearing he might no longer have masters,
he stopped him with death, invented the seasons.
... they beat me up trying to find my soul.
And if it was two guards who stopped my life,
it's right here on earth that the forbidden apple lies,
and not God, but someone who invented it for us,
forces us to dream in an enchanted garden,
forces us to dream in an enchanted garden.
