Paroles et traduction Bruno Lauzi - Il Poeta

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 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
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
We said, "They're joys and pains"
He cried and talked about you

If we went to the countryside to dance
We tried to have the most beautiful
He stayed to count the stars
He sighed and talked about you

At cards, he was a true champion
They called him "The neighborhood king"
But one evening playing scopone
He lost a point talking about you

And finally, one night he killed himself
Because of the great mental confusion
It was a pity because he was special
Just like he talked about you

Now they say he was a poet
Who knew how to talk about love
What does it matter if in the end one dies
And can no longer talk about you