Le allettanti promesse [English translation]

 ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴜs

 ᴀᴍᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ’s ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴜs?

 ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ғᴀʀᴍʜᴏᴜsᴇ?

 ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴍᴀss ᴏɴ sᴜɴᴅᴀʏs!

No, I don’t feel like that

I prefer to stay here

I have a cow and a pig

And I can’t leave them alone

I must pump water from the canal

There’s little hay in the barn

There’s too much to do

I must prepare my lunch

While looking at the garden

And in the evening I’m so tired

That I only enjoy sleeping

 ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’s ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ!

 ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜʏ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ sᴜɪᴛ

 ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs? ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ’s ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴ

 ᴀɴᴅ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴄᴄᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

 ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ

No, I don’t feel like that

I prefer to stay here

I’ve already lived in the village for a few months

If you go out at night

Everyone cut your clothes on with their sharp tongues

And if you talk to a girl who has already been engaged

They label you both as “ruffian” and “prostitute”

And if you don’t defend your interests

With fingernails and teeth

You may be degraded to the last of the fools

(Whether not impotent!)

 ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ-ʜᴀʟʟ…

 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴘᴏᴏʟ…

No, I don’t feel like that: it is better to stay here

 ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴠᴇʀɴ…

I don’t want to be among envy and perfidy

 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴠ…

I do not want to fight with jealousies or dirty rumours

Nor with all those sweet’n’dear daughters-of-Mary’s bigotries

 ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪᴛ sɪɴ, ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ…

I don’t care of the curate and the junta

Fighting for each other’s policies

While everyone is gathered to watch their match

 ʟᴀ-ʟᴀ… ʟᴀ-ʟᴀ ʟᴀ ʟᴀ ʟᴀ ʟᴀ-ʟᴀ…

I don’t care of smiles and compromises

Nor of sewers in the ditches

No, no! I’m not in!

No, no! Let me out!

I just can’t talk only about football, women

I can’t talk about 2.5 foot long male members

Or about all the grocer’s wife’s escapades

Or about the butcher’s father’s duodenal ulcer

I cannot talk of that!

 ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ… ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴏ!

Well, to let them become like this…

I prefer breeding calves and rabbits!

• Artist:Lucio Battisti
• Album:Il nostro caro angelo