'Â pittima [English translation]

What can I do, what can I do

I don't have the arms of a sailor

at the end of my arms I don't have the hands of a bricklayer.

My hard fist looks like a nest

My chest is as broad as a finger,

broad enough to hide with my suit behind a piece of yarn.

I go around asking for money

to people who borrowed it and don't want to give it back

and I ask for it timidly, but in front of many people.

As for those who won't listen to reason

- it's like sneezing against thunder -

I tell them that living is expensive, but cheap.

I am a respected collection agent,

don't go around telling [everybody]

that when the victim is flat broke I give them my own money.