Il Poeta
Alla sera al caffè con gli amici
Si parlava di donne e motori
Si diceva: Son gioie e dolori
Lui piangeva e parlava di te
Se si andava in provincia a ballare
Si cercava di aver le più belle
Lui, lui restava a contare le stelle
Sospirava e parlava di te
Alle carte era un vero campione
Lo chiamavano: Il ras del quartiere
Ma una sera giocando a scopone
Perse un punto parlando di te
Ed infine una notte si uccise
Per la gran confusione mentale
Fu un peccato perché era speciale
Proprio come parlava di te
Ora dicono, fosse un poeta
E che sapesse parlare d'amore
Cosa importa se in fondo uno muore
E non può più parlare di te
The Poet
In the evening at the café with friends
We talked about women and cars
It was said: They are joys and sorrows
He cried and talked about you
If we went to the province to dance
We tried to have the most beautiful ones
He, he stayed counting the stars
He sighed and talked about you
At cards he was a true champion
They called him: The king of the neighborhood
But one evening playing cards
He lost a point talking about you
And finally one night he killed himself
Because of the great mental confusion
It was a shame because he was special
Just as he talked about you
Now they say he was a poet
And that he knew how to talk about love
What does it matter if in the end one dies
And can't talk about you anymore
Escrita por: Angelo La Bionda / Bruno Lauzi / Carmelo La Bionda