Lyrics of Italian Dandy - Brunori SAS

Italian Dandy (original)

Mia madre sfogliava Novella 2000
Ed io ai suoi piedi leggevo Prevert
Avevo dieci anni ma pensavo già alle donne
E chiuso nel mio bagno amavo Edwige Fenech
A scuola i ragazzi giocavano a calcio
Ed io sul muretto citavo Verlaine
Avevo sedici anni e pensavo solo al sesso
Poi vidi le sue labbra e me ne innamorai
Le scrissi più o meno duecento poesie
La prima diceva così:
Amami come se fossimo ancora
In quel bar di Berlino a fumare Pall Mall
Amami come quella volta all’Esselunga
Quando in preda alla fame rubammo una baguette
Mio padre voleva che facessi il ragioniere
Ma io impertinente risposi: «Giammai!»
Avevo vent’anni e coi miei capelli lunghi
A guisa di dandy bevevo cognac
Avevo già scritto tremila poesie
La prima diceva così:
Amami come se fossimo ancora
In quel bar di Berlino a fumare Pall Mall
Amami come quella sera a Marsiglia
Quando in preda al barbera mangiammo escargot
A giugno mi chiese di amarla per sempre
Ma io impenitente risposi di no
Avevo trent’anni e vivevo da bohemien
Lei disse sottovoce: «Vedrai, te ne pentirai…»
Amami come se fossimo ancora
Fra calde lenzuola nel letto dei tuoi

(translation)

My mother was leafing through Novella 2000
And I was reading Prevert at her feet
I was ten but I was already thinking about women
And closed in my bathroom I loved Edwige Fenech
At school the boys played soccer
And I quoted Verlaine on the wall
I was sixteen and all I was thinking about was sex
Then I saw his lips with her and I fell in love with her
I wrote her about two hundred poems
The first went like this:
Love me as if we were still
In that Berlin bar smoking Pall Mall
Love me like that time at Esselunga
When hungry we stole a baguette
My father wanted me to be an accountant
But I impertinently replied: "Never!"
I was twenty years old and with my long hair
Like a dandy, I drank cognac
I had already written three thousand poems
The first went like this:
Love me as if we were still
In that Berlin bar smoking Pall Mall
Love me like that evening in Marseille
When in the throes of barbera we ate escargot
In June she asked me to love her forever
But I unrepentant said no
I was thirty years old and I lived like a bohemian
She said softly: "You'll see, you'll regret it ..."
Love me as if we were still
Between warm sheets in your parents' bed