Pierangelo Bertoli ( RIP) - A Muso Duro ( Hard-Faced)

[umbertino]

 

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pierangelo_Bertoli

 

 

Translation

 

And now what will  I do, I do not know what to say
it's  cold just alike when I was alone
I've always written the verses with the pen
 not Strict  work orders .
I always hated  pigs and pimps
And those who stole a salary
The fakes  making a  career
With certain services out of hours
I will sing my songs along the road
And will address  life  hard-facedly
A warrior without a country and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And the look straight ahead and open in the future.
I spent four centuries of life
And I made many travels in the deserts
Because I wanted to say what I think
I wanted to go ahead with open eyes
Now I should make songs
With the exact dosages of experts
Maybe then dress like a fool
To look like a  moron in  concerts.
I will sing my songs along the road
And will address  life hard-facedly
A warrior without a country and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And the look straight ahead and open in the future.
I do not know if I was ever poet
And I do not care to know
I'll fill the glasses with my wine
I do not know how it tastes  but I invite you to drink it
And the  mental masturbations
I leave them to those who are mature  at  the right point
 I want to tell my songs to those
Who know how to masturbate for the taste.
I will sing my songs to the road
And will address  life  hard-facedly
A warrior without a country and without a sword
With one foot in the past
And the look straight ahead and open in the future.
And I do not know if I will have friends to  supply  me  with a  chorus
Or if I will only have  unfamiliar faces
I will sing my songs to all of them
And at the end of the road
I 'll be able to  say that  I have lived my days.