Gli uomini non cambiano [English translation]

I was a little girl too,

in love with my father

In his eyes, I never do anything right,

and I'm his wayward daugher.

I tried to win him over

and I never succeded,

I fought to change him

but it would take another life.

Women's patience starts at that age,

when those casual hostilities enter the family.

And you get lost in a cinema,

dreaming of running away

with the first guy who comes along and tells you a lie.

Men don't change,

they talk about love then leave you alone.

Men change you,

and you cry a thousand nights wondering why.

Meanwhile men kill you,

and go laugh about you with their friends.

I too cried the first time,

pushed into a corner and defeated,

while he went on and didn't understand

why I stayed still and quiet.

Though I found out with time,

and by becoming a little tougher,

that while a man is meaner in a group,

when he's alone he's more scared.

Men don't change,

they make money to buy you

and then they sell you off

at night, men don't come back,

and they give you everything you don't want.

Why is it that the men who are born

are the sons of women,

but are not like us?

Darling, men who change

are almost a non-existent ideal.

They are the ones who are in love, like you.