Wednesday Morning, 3 A. M. (1964)
He was my Brother
Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel
He was my Brother
Testo
Testo
He was my brother
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died.
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face:
"Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place".
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong.
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free.
He died so his brothers could be free
Five years older than I
He was my brother
Twenty-three years old the day he died.
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face:
"Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place".
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong.
He was my brother
Tears can't bring him back to me
He was my brother
And he died so his brothers could be free.
He died so his brothers could be free
Era mio Fratello
Traduzione
Traduzione
Era mio fratello
cinque anni più grande di me
era mio fratello
aveva ventitré anni il giorno che morì.
Scrittore della Libertà
gli urlarono in faccia:
"Tornatene a casa straniero
questa città diventerà la tua tomba".
Cantava in ginocchio
e una folla infuriata lo inseguiva
hanno ucciso mio fratello
perché odiava ogni ingiustizia.
Era mio fratello
e le lacrime non possono riportarlo indietro
era mio fratello
e morì affinché i suoi fratelli potessero essere liberi
morì affinché i suoi fratelli potessero essere liberi.
cinque anni più grande di me
era mio fratello
aveva ventitré anni il giorno che morì.
Scrittore della Libertà
gli urlarono in faccia:
"Tornatene a casa straniero
questa città diventerà la tua tomba".
Cantava in ginocchio
e una folla infuriata lo inseguiva
hanno ucciso mio fratello
perché odiava ogni ingiustizia.
Era mio fratello
e le lacrime non possono riportarlo indietro
era mio fratello
e morì affinché i suoi fratelli potessero essere liberi
morì affinché i suoi fratelli potessero essere liberi.
He was my Brother
note e significato
note e significato
He Was My Brother è dedicata ad Andrew Goodman (1943 – 1964), compagno di università di Simon al Queens College. Il giovane era un attivista del movimento Freedom Summer e faceva volontariato nello stato del Missisippi, aiutando gli afro-americani della zona a superare le complicate procedure per richiedere il diritto di voto. Insieme ai compagni Michael Schwerner e James Chaney venne rapito e ucciso dal Ku Klux Klan il 21 Giugno 1964.
Paul Simon ha scritto He was my Brother usando lo pseudonimo di Paul Kane. Differentemente da quanto riporta la canzone, Goodman aveva vent'anni quando venne ucciso e di conseguenza era più giovane di Paul Simon.
He was my Brother
tablatura e accordi
tablatura e accordi
Capo II (grazie a Nicolas Machado)
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A
Five years older than I
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A D C D
Twenty-three years old the day he died
D C D Bm
Fre-e-e-edom rider
G A
They cursed my brother to his face
D C D Bm
Go home outsider
G A D C D
This town's gonna be your buryin' place
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was singin' on his knees
G A
An angry mob trailed along
D C D Bm
They shot my brother dead
G A Bm D C D
Because he hated what was wrong
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A
Tears can't bring him back to me
D C D
He - He was my brother
G A D
And he died so his brothers could be free
Bm G A D C D
Oh, God, he died so his brothers could be free
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A
Five years older than I
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A D C D
Twenty-three years old the day he died
D C D Bm
Fre-e-e-edom rider
G A
They cursed my brother to his face
D C D Bm
Go home outsider
G A D C D
This town's gonna be your buryin' place
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was singin' on his knees
G A
An angry mob trailed along
D C D Bm
They shot my brother dead
G A Bm D C D
Because he hated what was wrong
D C D Bm
He-e-e-e was my brother
G A
Tears can't bring him back to me
D C D
He - He was my brother
G A D
And he died so his brothers could be free
Bm G A D C D
Oh, God, he died so his brothers could be free