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Francese
Traduzione
Inglese
Le métèque
The wog
With my face of a bloody wog
Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd
And my hair to the four winds
With my eyes all washed-out
That give me the look of a dreamer
I who don’t often dream any longer
With my hands of a petty thief
Of a musician and of a prowler
Which have pilfered from so many gardens
With my mouth which has drunk
Which has kissed and which has bitten
Without ever satisfying its hunger
With my face of a bloody wog
Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd
Of a petty thief and a vagrant
With my skin which has taken on
The sun of all the summers
And every petticoat within reach
With my heart which has known how to
Make suffer as much as it has suffered
Without making a fuss for all that
With my soul which no longer has
The least chance of salvation
To avoid the purgatory
With my face of a bloody wog
Wandering Jew or Greek shepherd
And my hair to the four winds
I’ll come, my sweet captive
My soul mate, my living spring
I’ll come and drink of your youth
And I’ll become a prince of blood
A dreamer or else a teenager
However you like to choose
And we will make of every day
The whole of an eternity of love
Which we will live to the utmost
And we will make of every day
The whole of an eternity of love
Which we will live to the utmost
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