Текст и перевод песни Gino Paoli - 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, 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

(Parlato)

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 motors
We 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 remained to count the stars
He sighed and talked about you

At cards he was a real champion
They called him "the neighborhood boss"
But one evening playing scopone
He lost a point talking about you

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

(Spoken)

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