Below is the lyrics of the song L'apprendista poeta , artist - Ornella Vanoni with translation
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Ornella Vanoni
Ricordo un bambino un po' malandrino
Un piccolo coso, vivace e curioso
Nove anni aveva, ma dieci diceva
Giocava a pallone da vero campione
Un’ala solista un poco egoista
E questo perché giocava per sé
I suoi occhi verdi spiavano attenti
Le dive del cine, le prime bambine
Aveva nel cuore le prime parole
Che lui non sapeva volessero dire amore
Correva sul molo per stare da solo
Voleva esplorare il fondo del mare
Cercava più in là, nell’immensità
Saltava all’oscuro il fosso ed il muro
Cadendo giù esatto al modo di un gatto
E senza saperlo amava sul serio
Amava una zia con vera pazzia
E le cuginette con le gonne strette
Amava le artiste delle cineriviste
Con santa passione amava le donne
Per questo compone la prima canzone
E quello che vuole lo mette in parole
E in ogni poesia c'è malinconia
La vita segreta, che un giorno, poeta, si ricorderà
I remember a little rogue child
A little thing, lively and curious
She was nine, but she said ten
He played football like a true champion
A slightly selfish solo wing
And that's because he played for himself
Her green eyes watched him attentively
The divas of the cinema, the first girls
He had the first words in his heart
That he didn't know they meant love
He ran to the dock to be alone
He wanted to explore the bottom of the sea
He was looking farther on, in the immensity
He jumped over the ditch and the wall in the dark
Falling down exactly in the manner of a cat
And without knowing it he really loved
He loved an aunt with real madness
And the little cousins with tight skirts
He loved the cinerivist artists
With holy passion he loved women
For this he composes the first song
And what he wants he puts into words
And in every poem there is melancholy
The secret life, which one day, poet, will remember
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