The Ballad Of The Ardito
Sharing my acquavite* and my strong cut-tobacc
On the tableland, at daw
A lieutenant taken prisoner and I sun
Into the silence of that winter calm
The clear air of the peaks wouldn’t carry that stenc
Which was familiar to both of us
The stench of a young Europe caught in barbed wire
Rotting like manure.
But If I led you, it was because of my desperatio
Not fearless impetuousness, but only indifference
And if I’ve ever been bold*, it was because I’ve been wounded for a long tim
And I was waiting for the moment of my ultimate discharge
Of the definitive Belief of he who feels nothing but disgust.
The battle of Solstice heralded itself with a dreadful roa
Running along the entire front
The perfect day to die, just the right one instilling its light upon the worl
For a very long time
I led the guys outside, singing the bitter lyrics of the blame I’ve learn
In narrow lanes close to port
Relying on the fact that it's Fate picking us up in handfuls
Would have at least righted all wrongs.
But even though we were praised, and declared heroe
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 Powe
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’m wandering, trying to request an audience with the one and only Superior..
- “Major Renzi! Presente!***”
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