There are no saints paying my lunch
on the benches in Piazza Grande,
but when I hunger for merchants like me, there aren't any.
I sleep on the grass and I have a lot of friends around me;
the lovers in Piazza Grande,
I know everything about their troubles and loves, wrong or not.
My way I, too, would need caresses.
My way I, too, would need to dream.
I haven't got a proper family
and my home is Piazza Grande
to the ones who believe in me I give love and take love from them, as much as I have.
There are no generous women for me,
I steal love in Piazza Grande,
and thank goodness there are no rascals like me here.
My way I, too, would need caresses.
I'd have to pray God.
But I'll never change my life,
my way, what I am is what I wanted
White sheets to cover us, I haven't got
under the stars in Piazza Grande,
and if life has no dreams, I have them and I'll give them to you.
And if there won't be anymore people like me
I'd like to die in Piazza Grande,
amid the cats who have no owner, like me