Lyrics of P...come - Fabio Concato, Fabio Conacato

P...come (original)

P… come poeta, come Paris
Come perche' non sei piu' qui
E sono Pi come pecora
E poi padrone di me nonostante i miei Pi
Pi come Pierpaolo, come pulito
Come perche' t’hanno ferito
E sono Pi come pavido
Ma poi ci ripenso e mi piace cosi
Pi come perfidia, come pianto
Come perche' mi hai preso tanto
Ma nell’amore succede cosi'
Resto per sempre poeta e Paris
Pi come peccato, come paura
Come profumo d’avventura
Ma mi ritraggo, rifletto
Ci penso per ritornare ai miei candidi Pi
Pi paradiso, Pi pestilenza
Pi pessimismo di coscienza
La filastrocca finisce cosi:
Si ricomincia dai primi due Pi

(translation)

P… as a poet, like Paris
Like why you're not here anymore
And I'm Pi like sheep
And then master of me despite my Pi
More like Pierpaolo, like clean
Like why they hurt you
And I am Pi as fearful
But then I think about it and I like it that way
More like perfidy, like tears
Like why you got me so bad
But in love it happens like this
I remain forever poet and Paris
More like sin, like fear
As an adventure perfume
But I withdraw, I reflect
I think about it to return to my candid Pi
More paradise, More pestilence
More pessimism of conscience
The nursery rhyme ends like this:
We start again from the first two Pi