Dove sta il poeta [English translation]

Where's the poet that you adored yesterday, that you followed yesterday?

Where's the poet who understood you, who made something of you?

Tell me, where's the poet, and his red sunsets, his falling stars?

Where's the poet, if you're thirsty tonight, if you're trembling, if you're cold?

Where's he, where's he tonight?

Why have you come back to cry on my shoulder?

No, don't walk away, stay as long as you want,

But don't ask me for forgiveness now, now I couldn't (stand it).

No, don't walk away, this would always be your home,

Even if you left it yesterday to follow your poet.

But where's he, where's the poet?

He's probably with another woman, reciting verses that he used to recite to you.

We were good together: a safe bed, a look into the future.

It's true, we were good together, with our plans, with our little dreams.

But then came the poet, with his perfect manners, on top of everything,

He said: "Star, golden star, I'll be your breath, you'll be my breath".

Where's he, where's he tonight?

Why should I take you back?

No, don't walk away, stay as long as you want,

But don't ask me for forgiveness now, now I couldn't (stand it).

No, don't walk away, this would always be your home,

Even if you left it yesterday to follow your poet.

But where's he, where's the poet?

He's probably with another woman, reciting verses that he used to recite to you.

Where's the poet?

Where's the poet?