Translation of the song lyrics Il poeta - Marcella Bella

Il poeta (original)

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

(translation)

In the evening
At the café with friends
There was talk of women and engines
They said they are joys and sorrows
He was crying and talking about you
If he went to the provinces to dance
He tried to have the most beautiful
He stayed to look at the stars
He sighed and talked about you
At cards he was a true champion
They called it the neighborhood ras
But one evening playing scopone
He missed a point talking about you
And finally one night he killed himself
For the great mental confusion
A shame as it was special
Just like he talked about you
Now they say he was a poet
That he knew how to speak of love
What does it matter if one dies after all
And he can't talk about you anymore