Signor Tentenna [English translation]

Dear Mr Hesitates,

It's not easy to take on the risk of a choice

And even to use your own words,

Camouflage yourself and live by reflected light

At the bottom of cloudy waters

Between wretched tricks and lies,

Inferiority complexes,

Cumbersome delusions of gandeur.

Mr Hesitates, it's not a cause of shame

Not knowing how to hit any bull's eye,

Having missed yet another shot, irreparably.

And it matters little if your wife

Does nothing but cry

Obsessed by the rumour

Of your many betrayals,

Swallows hidden pains

And high doses of sedatives.

By now, it's habit, Mr Hesitates,

To despond, not to live up

To your own ambitions

And elbowing to stand out from the pack.

Ignorance is not an unimportant complex,

A chasm, it can hide in the silence

Avoiding the danger of a mild confrontation.

Mr Hesitates, it's not a cause of shame

Not being able to boast of any talent,

Having chased yet another train in vain.

And it matters little if your wife

Does nothing but cry

Obsessed by the rumour

Of your many betrayals

And at heart, she's not entirely wrong

And it's not a coincidence that

Lovers, friends and dreams are fading away,

The dog on the terrace waits for months

For the privilege of a walk

But rejoices faithfully in the evening

To your return.

And it matters little if your wife

Does nothing but cry

Obsessed by the rumour

Of your many betrayals

And at heart, she's not entirely wrong

And it's not a coincidence that

Lovers, friends and dreams are fading away,

The dog on the terrace waits for months

For the honour of a stroke

And meanwhile your daughter asks you

Why on earth life is so miserable.