Se ti tagliassero a pezzetti [English translation]

Should they tear you to pieces

Wind would pick them up

The Realm of Spiders would saw your skin

The Moon would weave your hair and visage

And God's pollen

The smile of God

I found you beside the river

Playing a flower leaf

Singing delicate words, words of Love

I tasted your red honey lips

And said Give me what you want, I'll give you what I can

Yellow rose, copper rose

I never danced for so long

On the edge of the night, on the stones of the day

Me, guitar player, mandolin player

We eventually fell on the hay

Lost for a long time, lost for nothing

Taken for real, taken for fun

There was not much to say nor to think

Fate was smiling like a pond in springtime

Disheveled by the evening winds

Now I will wait until tomorrow

To feel nostalgic

Lady Liberty, Miss Fantasy!

As precious as wine, as free as sadness

With your cloud of doubts and beauty

I came across you at the station

Chasing your own scent

Trapped in a grey suit

Newspapers in one hand, your destiny in the other

You were walking side by side with your assassin

But should they tear you to pieces

Wind would pick them up

The Realm of Spiders would saw your skin

The Moon would weave your hair and visage

And God's pollen

The smile of God

• Artist:Fabrizio De André
• Album:(L’indiano) (1981)