Bravi ragazzi [English translation]

We're good fellows, my friends

All of us born in 1956 are poets

Strolling in a world wasting itself away

life is just acrobacy

we walk the thread in the sky

more than 100 meters from the asphalt

we're a dot up there

flags in the city wind

Standing tall is almost whichcraft

among so many blunders, so much hypocrisy

we go on without ever looking below

going back is no longer possible

we stray bumping in a world

that's about to reach its bottom

suspended in time

we're in the doldrums since an eternity ago

I live the way I manage to, my friend

I don't know who I am, nor what's going to happen of me

My future is just a few meters ahead

I (can) only follow my way

We walk the thread in the sky

we may fall any moment

suspended in time

pushed along by the city wind

We're elsewhere

far away, who knows where

coming from a long winter

straight out of hell

All of us good fellows

All of us, broken and in tatters

on these roads, so many people

roads leading nowhere

half tipsy, half sad

all of us, poor beggars ("poor as Christ crucified")

in these heartless years

in this life that's always the same

all of us good fellows

All of us, broken and in tatters..