I poeti [English translation]

Poets are young and good-looking

And they carry in their hearts

The light of the sun

And a bird's song;

And the road of their hometown,

The rain on the roofs

The poor people loved by God.

Poetry, poetry,

Do protect me wherever I am!

Poetry, poetry.

Poets are old gentlemen

Who eat stars

Lying on the lawns

Of their mansions,

And they make up Gypsies and Moors

To make themselves plausible to the world's eyes

With their sorrow.

Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry.

Poets wank

With their memories:

The house, the mummy, the things that get lost;

And then they slither on subjunctives:

If I were, if I had, if I had and if I were,

If we were alive.

Poetry, poetry,

do protect me wherever I am!

Poetry, poetry.

Poets saw the war

Through the eyes of others

Who lost their lives trying to live;

So they write as they cry onions

On prophetic beards dip in wine

Which they need.

Poetry, poetry,

Poetry, poetry.

Poets are free servants of kings and cardinals

Who go on repeating We are all equal;

And they paint themselves bright red

Each of them thinking: "On the Nobel prize day

I'll act as a rebel celebrity"

Poetry, poetry,

do protect me wherever I am!

Poetry, poetry.

Poets are litres of wine, drunk for boredom,

To write words in front of the morning,

While they dream of naked girls

Who get out of school,

Take their hands and give them their violas.

Poetry, poetry,

Poetry, poetry.

Poets are tired young men who serve the State

Spitting in its face to damn it,

And they parade skies and fountains,

Messages and doves,

Bells to us, trumpets to the rich.

Poetry, poetry.

• Artist:Roberto Vecchioni
• Album:Ipertensione