Cirano

Come forward, you with short noses, well-dressed gentlemen, I can't stand you anymore,
I'll stick the pen deep into your pride because with this sword I kill you when I want.

Come forward, ragged poets, useless singers of disastrous days,
clowns who live on weak verses, you may have money and glory, but you lack substance;
enjoy your success, enjoy it while it lasts, as the audience is trained and doesn't scare you
and go who knows where to avoid paying taxes with the sneer and ignorance of the top students.
I'm just a poor cadet from Gascony, but I can't stand people who don't dream.
Trappings? Ambition? I don't fall for it and at the end of the license I don't forgive and I strike,
I don't forgive, I don't forgive and I strike!

Let's end it, come forward all new protagonists, ambitious politicians,
come bag carriers, pimps and half-wits, fierce hosts of false shows
who have often turned mediocrity into an art, courage, liberals, show your cards
as there will always be someone who will pay the price in this blessed, absurd beautiful country.
I don't care if I'm wrong too, displeasing is my pleasure, I love being hated;
I toy with the cunning and the bullies and at the end of the license I don't forgive and I strike,
I don't forgive, I don't forgive and I strike!

But when I'm alone with this nose on my face
that has always preceded me by at least half an hour
my anger fades and I remember with pain
that I'm almost forbidden to dream of love;
I don't know how many I've loved, I don't know how many I've had,
because of fault or destiny, I've lost the women
and when I feel the weight of always being alone
I shut myself in and write, and writing consoles me,
but inside me I feel that great love exists,
I love without sin, I love, but I'm sad
because Rossana is beautiful, we are so different,
I can't speak to her: I'll speak to her in verses, I'll speak to her in verses...

Empty people, let's end it, you priests who sell another life to everyone;
if there is, as you say, a God in the infinite, look into your hearts, you've already betrayed Him
and you materialists, with your fixed idea, that God is dead and man is alone in this abyss,
search for truths on the ground, like pigs, keep the acorns, leave me the wings;
return home, dwarfs, get out of the way, for my enormous anger I need giants.
I don't fall for dogmas and prejudices and at the end of the license I don't forgive and I strike,
I don't forgive, I don't forgive and I strike!

I touch my enemies with my nose and with the sword,
but in this life today I can't find the way anymore.
I don't want to resign myself to being bad,
only you can save me, only you and I write it to you:
there must be, I feel it, a place on earth or in heaven
where we won't suffer and everything will be fair.
Don't laugh, I beg you, at these words of mine,
I'm just a shadow and you, Rossana, the sun,
but I know you don't laugh, sweet lady
and I don't hide under your dwelling
because now I feel it, I haven't suffered in vain,
if you love me as I am, forever yours, forever yours, forever yours...Cyrano