Povero me [English translation]

I walk like a martian,

like a sick man, like a rascal

on the streets of Rome.

I watch people and dogs go by

and praetorian guards with sirens

and my soul fills with grief.

I feel like picking a fight,

I feel like changing my surname.

I have always been walking on glass shards

and I don't know why.1

But tell me where is your hand,

where is your heart.

Dear me, dear me, dear me!

I don't even have a random friend to have a coffee with.

Dear me, dear me, dear me!

I look around and everyone is better than me

Dear me, dear me, dear me!

Look at this downpour of water and leaves

what a wretched autumn this is.

Look at this downpour of water and leaves

what a wretched autumn this is.

I walk like a dissident,

like a derailed man, like a deserter

wihout so much as a hat

or an umbrella to open.

My brain is in shackles

what I say has already been said, what I see has already been seen.

Pleasant people feel unpleasant,

comedians make me sad,

I fear silence

but I can't stand the noise.

Where is your sweet hand,

where is your love?

Dear me, dear me, dear me!

I look around and everyone is better than me

Dear me, dear me, dear me!

Look at this downpour of water and leaves

what a wretched autumn this is.

Look at this downpour of water and leaves

what a wretched autumn this is.

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