Canzone Delle Osterie Di Fuori Porta

The taverns outside the gate are still open as they used to be,
but the people who used to go there to drink, inside or out, are all dead:
some went due to age, some because they became doctors
and pursue a maturity, got married, made a career, and it's a slightly worse death...

They fall like leaves or the drunks on the roads they chose,
only a phrase or a gesture remains of the ancient rages,
I don't know if they forgive the past for youth or by mistake,
I don't know if curiosity or fear still awakens in them when they meet me by force...

Now I wake up late every day, always trying to get up early,
then cards and the station's coffee to neutralize the wine,
but I have no excuses to bring, I no longer claim to be a poet,
I have no utopias to achieve: staying in bed the next day is perhaps my only goal...

The magical dawn on the hill still rises slowly as it used to,
but I no longer feel what I felt before when I look at it.
Thieves and prophets of the future have taken away a lot from me,
the day is always a bit darker, maybe because it's history, maybe because I'm getting older...

But the streets are full of a rage that screams louder every day,
the flowers have fallen and left only symbols of death.
Tell me if I deserve to be stoned if I hide more and more,
but everyone has their stone ready and the first one, don't deny it, would you throw it at me...

I'm more famous than in that time when you knew me,
no longer friends, I have an audience that listens to the songs you believed in
and maybe they laugh at me, but deep down I have a clear conscience,
don't laugh if I say this, laugh those who have hatred in their hearts and fear in their minds...

But you shouldn't believe that this has changed my life,
it's a small thing from yesterday that will be over by tomorrow.
I'm still here living with myself, I have enough from my days,
I have from glory what I can, something that will soon be gone, almost like money in my pocket...

You wouldn't believe it, I've almost closed all the doors to adventure,
not because I'll get my head straight, but out of boredom or fear.
I don't spend desperate nights on what I've done or what I've had:
the things that are gone are gone and my only regret is the missed opportunities...

The taverns outside the gate are still open as they used to be,
but the people who used to go there to drink, inside or out, are all dead:
some went to educate themselves, some to follow reason,
some because they were tired of playing, drinking wine, ruining themselves, and it's a slightly worse death...