Quale allegria [English translation]

What cheerfulness

if I searched for you my whole life without finding you

without even getting the satisfaction to have you

to see you going away

What cheerfulness,

if I can't even imagine you anymore

without knowing whether to crawl or to fly

in short, I don't know where to search for you anymore

What cheerfulness,

without pretending to sleep

with your face on mine

knowing, instead, that tomorrow hi how are you

just a pat on the back...

what happiness.

What cheerfulness,

changing my face a hundred times predending to be a child

with a hospitable smile laughing singing making a mess

in short predending it's always a carnival...

Always a carnival.

With no cheerfulness

go out early in the morning

the head full of thoughts [or worries]

dodging cars, newspapers

getting at home quickly

today is like yesterday anyway

With no cheerfulness

even on trams and planes

or on an enlightened stage

bending to everyone in front of you

and they're many and knock their hands at you

With no cheerfulness

in the bed together with no peace

without nothing more to invent

Being forced to hurt each other

to then forgive each other sweetly

and continue

With cheerfulness

pretend in the end in the whole world

there's people with your same problems

and then found a night club

for out of mind, mad people and a little fool

Pretending the race is all

about healthily reaching the great end

While Andrea's already ready

with a stick and a hundred teeth

asking you to pay

For his badly-eaten meals

his stolen sleeps and his forced thefts

for being killed

fifteen times at the end of an avenue

Christmas night for fifteen years...