P...come - Fabio Concato, Fabio Conacato

P… come poeta, come Paris

Come perche' non sei piu' qui

E sono Pi come pecora

E poi padrone di me nonostante i miei Pi

Pi come Pierpaolo, come pulito

Come perche' t’hanno ferito

E sono Pi come pavido

Ma poi ci ripenso e mi piace cosi

Pi come perfidia, come pianto

Come perche' mi hai preso tanto

Ma nell’amore succede cosi'

Resto per sempre poeta e Paris

Pi come peccato, come paura

Come profumo d’avventura

Ma mi ritraggo, rifletto

Ci penso per ritornare ai miei candidi Pi

Pi paradiso, Pi pestilenza

Pi pessimismo di coscienza

La filastrocca finisce cosi:

Si ricomincia dai primi due Pi

P… as a poet, like Paris

Like why you're not here anymore

And I'm Pi like sheep

And then master of me despite my Pi

More like Pierpaolo, like clean

Like why they hurt you

And I am Pi as fearful

But then I think about it and I like it that way

More like perfidy, like tears

Like why you got me so bad

But in love it happens like this

I remain forever poet and Paris

More like sin, like fear

As an adventure perfume

But I withdraw, I reflect

I think about it to return to my candid Pi

More paradise, More pestilence

More pessimism of conscience

The nursery rhyme ends like this:

We start again from the first two Pi