FRIENDS - Francesco Guccini -
My true friends, unfortunately or fortunately,
are not vagrants or abbaialuna,
fortunately or unfortunately keep us in the face:
almost nobody beats or have a pimp.
I am not the master race, people are not grim,
are vulgar like weeds.
not know if it's merit or blame be done with:
there are people who is at home in Serie B.
Not counting one by one I am sure many,
are like the teeth in the mouth of some old,
but just because a few are good all the way
and always ready to chew over the world.
We are not breed artists', or masks to pillory
and who is a journalist is ashamed,
not the fact that c 'amounts: who has not somewhere
a sin or a dead body hidden?
We do not seek the glory, but our ambition
is aging well, I would say ... fine!
As far as we simply do not need to go far
and we fixed in our head a plan:
if and when we die, but this is insecure,
a paradise we will tailor
around like usual local
but drinking does not pay and does not hurt.
And we're going strong, without paying the penalty
to combine all too often in God
not want mingle in trouble or problems of others,
but this world 't have slapped him
And so we bear, leave us to our games,
thing in this world have done in a few
want to see those who choose, with so many suitors,
sad saints among us and more fun,
see who is taken up into heaven, even with a thousand reasons,
between us and the mass of pain in the ass ....
