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Primavera di Praga, le traduzioni



PRAŽSKÉ JÁRO [Primavera di Praga] Torna dietro
Traduzione ceca di Riccardo Venturi

Ceco
Svojími starými paláci namestí
se dívalo na svůj nový život...
Kako každý deň, noc prilá obvyklými
řceními na prazských zedích.

Ale pak namestí zastavilo svůj život
a dav strhnul kratký krik
Kdy prudký a straný plamen
rozbil strhnouc zvuk každého hlasa...

Kako sokoly, ty tanky jsou počiháný,
slova begou na cervenený obličejí
Bolest beže a páli kadou ulice
a strhne kriky každy zed' v Praze.

Kdy namestí zastavilo svůj život
poranený dav krev vypotil
Kdy plamen svojím crným kouřem
vznesl z zeme do nebesa

Kdy každého ruky byly zamazaný,
kdy ten kouř se daleko proléval
Jan Hus znovu na hranici hořel
v obzoru prazského nebesa..

Řic mi, kdo jsou ty lidé, kteřé pomalé
jdou sevrenými pesty a zatí plní,
Řic mi, kdo jsou ty lidé omřelý
sklopením hlavy a zítím jaktak

Řic mi, kdo přinesl jeho teleso,
calé mesto jeho doprovodilo
Calé mesto kteřé nemé strhlo
krik nadeje do nebesa Prahy,

Řic mi, kdo prinesl jeho teleso,
calé mesto jeho doprovodilo
Calé mesto které nemé strhlo
krik nadeje do nebesa Prahy.



PRAŠKO PROLJECE [Primavera di Praga] Torna dietro
Traduzione croata di Monia Verardi

Croato
trg je nosio stare sjaje
gledao je suri svoj novi život
noć je došla kao svaki dan
obične rečenice u praškim zidovima

ali je poslije trg prestao svoj život
i kratko je izgubljeno mnoštvo zakričalo
kad je nasilna i užasna vatra prekinula
vikajući svaki zvuk glasa

kao sokoli su oni tankovi koji vrebaju
i riječi trče po pocrvenim licima
trči i bol porusšcći svaku ulicu
i svaki praški zid krikne

kad je trg prestao svoj život
ranjeno je mnoštvo kvarilo ga znoj probija
kad je vatra s njezinom crnom dimom
napustila je zemlja i dignula se prema nebu

kad je svaki imao ocrvenu ruku
onaj je dim širio daleko
Janus je još uvijek špaljen na lomači
na obzoru u praškom nebu

reci, tko su oni spori ljudi
s stisnutim šakama i s mržnjom do zubi?
Reci, tko su oni umorni ljudi
koji prignu glavu i ide dalje?

Reci, tko je nosio tijelo?
Cijeli je ga grad pratio
cijeli je nijemi grad bacio
jednu nadu u prasko nebo
jednu nadu u prasko nebo
jednu nadu u prasko nebo



PRINTEMPS DE PRAGUE [Primavera di Praga] Torna dietro
Traduzione francese di Marco Valdo M.I.

Francese
Revętue de ses vieux atours, la place grise
Regardait sa nouvelle vie
Comme chaque jour, la nuit arrivait
Phrases coutumičres des murs de Prague.

Mais ensuite la place stoppa sa vie
Et un instant, il y eut un cri de la foule troublée
Quand la flamme violente et atroce
En criant éteignit tout son de voix.

Comme des faucons, les chars sont postés
Volent les paroles sur les visages rougis
Vole la douleur brűlant chaque rue
Et chaque mur de Prague pousse ses cris.

Quand la place stoppa sa vie
La foule blessée suait le sang,
Quand la flamme de sa fumée noire
Quitta la terre et s'éleva vers le ciel,

Quand chacun eut la main teintée
Quand cette fumée se dispersa au loin
Jean Huss de retour sur son bűcher brűlait
L'horizon du ciel de Prague

Dis-moi qui sont ces hommes lents
Aux poings serrés et avec la haine entre les dents
Dis-moi qui sont ces hommes fatigués
De baisser la tęte et d'avancer,

Dis-moi de qui portait-on le corps,
Que la ville entičre accompagnait;
La ville entičre muette criait
Son espoir dans le ciel de Prague.

Dis-moi de qui portait-on le corps,
Que la ville entičre accompagnait;
La ville entičre muette lançait
Son espoir dans le ciel de Prague.



PRAGUE SPRING [Primavera di Praga] Torna dietro
Traduzione inglese di Riccardo Venturi

Inglese
In its ancient luxury still dress’d
the square looked at his new life, grey.
Night was drawing near, as ev’ry day,
the walls of Prague did show usual words.

Suddenly life came to a standstill there
and the crowd had a short cry of despair
when the flames with their cruel violence
broke with their cry every sound, every voice.

The tanks are ready as hawks for catching preys
the words are running on people’s faces
sorrow is running and burning every street
and every wall in Prague is launching cries.

When life came to a standstill in the square
the wounded crowd was sweating blood,
when the flames, with their black smoke
left the ground and soared in the sky,

When everybody saw his hands stained,
when the smoke spread in the distance
Jan Hus was burning again at the stakes
in the horizon of the sky in Prague.

Tell me: who are those people walking slow
showing their fists and their mouths full of hatred?
Tell me: who are those people so tired
to bow their heads and to keep on surviving?

Tell me: his body was carried who by
follow’d by all those living in town?
‘Twas the entire town, that was launching, dumb,
a hope so high in the sky of Prague,
a hope so high in the sky of Prague.

Tell me: his body was carried who by
follow’d by all those living in town?
‘Twas the entire town, that was launching, dumb,
a hope so high in the sky of Prague,
a hope so high in the sky of Prague.



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