Il poeta
Alla sera al caffe con gli amici
si diceva "son gioie e dolori
si diceva "son gioie e dolori
si cercava di aver le più belle
sospirava e parlava di te
si cercava di aver le più belle
sospirava e parlava di te
ma una sera giocando a scopone
Alle carte era un vero campione
ma una sera giocando a scopone
per la gran confusione mentale
proprio come parlava di te
Ora dicono che fosse un poet
Ora dicono che fosse un poeta
cosa importa se in fondo uno mu
cosa importa se in fondo uno mu
The poet
In the evening at the cafe with friends
It was said "there are joys and sorrows"
It was said "there are joys and sorrows"
They tried to have the most beautiful ones
They sighed and talked about you
They tried to have the most beautiful ones
They sighed and talked about you
But one evening playing cards
He was a true champion
But one evening playing cards
For the great mental confusion
Just as he talked about you
Now they say he was a poet
Now they say he was a poet
What does it matter if in the end one dies
What does it matter if in the end one dies