Piazza Grande

Saints who pay for my lunch there are none
on the benches in Piazza Grande,
but when I'm hungry for merchants like me there are none here.

I sleep on the grass and have many friends around me,
the lovers in Piazza Grande,
about their troubles, their loves, I know everything, right and wrong.

In my own way, I also need caresses.
In my own way, I also need to dream.

I don't have a real family of my own
and my home is Piazza Grande,
to those who believe in me, I give love as much as I have.

With me, there are no generous women,
I steal love in Piazza Grande,
and luckily there are no bandits like me here.

In my own way, I also need caresses.
I need to pray to God.
But I will never change my life,
my way, what I am, I wanted it.

I don't have white sheets to cover us
under the stars in Piazza Grande,
and if life has no dreams, I have them and I give them to you.

And if there won't be people like me anymore,
I want to die in Piazza Grande,
among the cats that have no master like me around me.