La ballata dell'uomo in più [English translation]

He was the bottom of the class

But nobody was mad with him

Each day something new

And he laughed about them all

Then life took him away

Without give him ever more than a little

He was satisfied of that

Until that bored him

He wanted to gather daisies

But there weren't already fields in blossom anymore

There was a race of many lives

That fell down in stark field

He didn't think, he laughed at that

Going on was a pleasure

He went in search of something

He didn't know but which he felt

He went in search of something

Which he had inside, called love

A mouth and two black eyes

Weren't enough for his thirst

For the light he wanted

They didn't shut him into the web

A music brought him

To where nothing disturbed him

With the drum roll which excited him

Until he did stop it.

A daisy caught him on his forehead

And a red flower bloomed for him

This was his reward of a life

Which reached freedom...

It is born a daisies' field

And with others he will remain

He won't have a name among many lives

He won't be the last but he'll be a man more...