Ottocento [English translation]

Sing to me of this time

the resentment and discontent

of those who are downwind

and do not want to hear the smell

of this motor

Which brings us ahead

almost everybody

males, females and singers

on a carpet of cash

in the blue sky.

Daughter of my family

you are the wonder

already mature and still pure

such as vegetables dad.

Son of the bold and beautiful,

bronze Versace,

son ever more capable

to play the stock market,

of rape in the race,

and you wife from the large mesh,

from the many cravings,

expert in antiquities,

I'll give you silver boxes.

Nineteenth century.

Twentieth century.

Fifteen hundred silver boxes

I'll give you the late eighteenth century.

How many spare parts,

how many wonders,

how many articles of exchange,

how many beautiful daughters to marry

and how many beautiful valves and pistons,

livers and lungs,

and how many beautiful marbles in rolling,

and how many good mullets in March

Son, son,

poor son,

You were beautiful, white and ruddy,

which concoction you lost in the canal,

son, son,

only mistake

drowned like a rabbit

to hurt me, stab me in the pride,

to me, to me

I treated you like a son,

poor me, tomorrow will be better.

Ein klein pinzimonie

wunder matrimonie

krauten und erbeeren

und patellen und arsellen

fischen Zanzibar

und einige krapfen

frùer vor schlafen

und erwachen mit walzer

und Alka-Seltzer fùr

dimenticar

(A small dip

wonderful marriage

cabbage and strawberries

and limpets and mussels

fished in Zanzibar

and some krapfen

before sleep

and waking up with a waltz

and an Alka-Seltzer to

forget.)

How many spare parts,

how many wonders,

how many exchange items

how many beautiful girls from the game, then

and how many beautiful valves and pistons,

livers and lungs,

and how many beautiful marbles in rotolar,

and how many good mullets in March