La ballata dell'uomo in più [English translation]

He was at the bottom of his class

but nobody held it against him.

Every day was something new

and everyone laughed at him.

Then life wanted to have it for itself, with itself,

without ever giving him more than a taste.

He was satisfied with that

up until the point that he got fed up with it.

He wanted to pick daisies

but the fields were no longer in bloom.

There was a tangle of many vines

that already were taking over the bleak field.

He thought nothing of that—he laughed at it—

pressing forward pleased him.

He went in search of something

that he did not know but that he sensed.

He went in search of something

that he had inside called love.

A mouth and two black eyes

did not satisfy his thirst

for the illumination that he sought.

The net did not trap him.

Music transported him

to where nothing disturbed him—

with a drumroll that thrilled him

until he put a stop to it.

A daisy struck his forehead

and a red flower opened for him.

This was his reward for a life

that had earned its freedom.

Out of this is born a field of daisies

and together with others he will remain—

he won't have a name among so many vines—

he will not be the best but he will be a better man.