Il Poeta - Mina

Alla sera

Al caffé 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 guardare 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

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

In the evening

At the café with friends

There was talk of women and engines

They said they are joys and sorrows

He was crying and talking about you

If he went to the provinces to dance

He tried to have the most beautiful

He stayed to look at the stars

He sighed and talked about you

At cards he was a true champion

They called it the neighborhood ras

But one evening playing scopone

He missed a point talking about you

And finally one night he killed himself

For the great mental confusion

A shame as it was special

Just like he talked about you

Now they say he was a poet

That he knew how to speak of love

What does it matter if one dies after all

And he can't talk about you anymore