Mina — Il Poeta song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Il Poeta" by Mina.
Lyrics
Alla sera
Al caffé con gli amici
Si parlava di donne e motori
Si diceva son gioie e dolori
Lui piangeva e parlava di te
Se si andava in provincia a ballare
Si cercava di aver le più belle
Lui restava a guardare le stelle
Sospirava e parlava di te
Alle carte era un vero campione
Lo chiamavano il ras del quartiere
Ma una sera giocando a scopone
Perse un punto parlando di te
Ed infine una notte si uccise
Per la gran confusione mentale
Un peccato perché era speciale
Proprio come parlava di te
Ora dicono fosse un poeta
Che sapesse parlare d’amore
Cosa importa se in fondo uno muore
E non può più parlare di te
Lyrics translation
In the evening
Coffee with friends
There was talk of women and engines
They were said to be joys and sorrows
He cried and talked about you
If you went to the province to dance
You tried to have the most beautiful
He was watching the stars
He sighed and talked about you
At the cards he was a real champion
They called him the neighborhood ras.
But one night playing scopone
Lost a point talking about you
And finally one night he killed himself
For the great mental confusion
A pity because it was special
Just like he talked about you.
Now they say he was a poet
That he could speak of love
What does it matter if deep down one dies
And he can't talk about you anymore