On Francois Villon Bertolt Brecht
Francois Villon was the son of poor people
's rocking the cradle a cold wind
Since its youth between the snow and frost
was beautiful just the free sky above him
Francois Villon, who never read a protected
soon found easily and that his life he liked.
...
For him, the sweet reward of heaven never smile
police soon broke the pride in breast
Yet he was the son of God
At the end of a wooden cross smiles at him as a reward.
Francois Villon died is not known where
having survived for the last time the gallows
But his defiant spirit will remain alive
long as this immortal song.
When he was about to die and limbs stretched
and fatigue later found that he liked that too.
B. Brecht, Poems 1918-1933 , trans. R. Einaudi, Torino 1968
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