Caro il mio Francesco [English translation]

My dear Francesco as you see I'm writing you

and when someone writes, he must have a reason

mine is to tell you that your poisoned

in these days - I have consumed it

it is clear how different we are

how much different are the times of the path

but it's days during which it sounds closer

all that fit of rage of you

Be it so that here too

four in the morning

be it so that here too the anguish

and a bit of wine

be it so that there's nothing I can do about it

if now the poison comes up into me

and so come in another one (= "next !")

and thanks to what you gain you stay quiet

come in another one even

thanks to what you earn you smile in the photo

my dear Francesco this letter reaches you

in a small country there upon the Apennines

maybe I've understood why do you live there

where one feels so alone

one feels alone because of what it has been seen

and then for all those who have done so soon

to mount on to do somehow your trip

swearing that they gave (= w'd had given) an arm for you

they spoke about style, about committment and values

but as soon as you have ceased to be useful for them

they were already far away,

the (= their) tongue close to another ass

and so come in another one

at least apologize (you) for disorder

come in another one even

'cause if you're there, that's because you're just a little smarter (1)

My dear Francesco, you, who knows a little the colleagues

and perhaps no coincidence you live there on the Apennines

you know, down here there's someway three types of them

good artists cunnings and mice

the mouse just sings how much he's pure

and then he gives away his mother to stay on the paper

and he's so pure that he throws you shit

only for a wider title

and me that my contempt - I keep it inside me

that the manure pit is filled already publicly

but those who are presumed pure (2 )

they can happily kiss this buttock of mine

and so come in another one

you wanted your bike to ride

come in another one even

respond to insults is just a low promoting

My dear Francesco we have many privileges

but among those, scars certainly aren't part of them

of those who want to talk - going on hug

on things on which they don't understand a dick

I do not know how it was then

I know a bit about now

or you are the number one, or you are the greatest bog

and the time they give you is up to the refrain

and many times up to that neither

there's no worse deaf than those who don't want to hear

Just think to those who don't hear and then want to talk on

but my dear Francesco, it is already morning

Here I have to wake up

and so come in another one

I pass you my phone say hallo to my girl

come in another one even

convince her that I am her boy for life

My dear Francesco that's the time to say goodbye

we would have laughed about it if we had talked of

I know that makes no sense to stay and complain

of some consequences of the job

And I know that I let that getting out of hand

because a vent often makes wrong the measure

but as I said you it's four in the morning

anxiety and a bit of wine

and then I go on to sing life

always and only according to how I see it

that the death likes to play and to sing

those who cannot suffer alone

and then come in another one

someone who is willing to listen

come in another one even

someone who is willing to dance

and then come in another one

someone who has the time to listen

come in another one even

someone who has time to dance