There aren't any saints who pay for my lunch
On the benches in Piazza Grande
But when I'm hungry for merchants like me there aren't any here
I sleep on the grass and I have many friends around me
The lovers in Piazza Grande
I know everything about their troubles and their loves, wrong or not
In my own way I would need caresses too
In my own way I would need to dream too
I don't have a real family
And my home is Piazza Grande
I take love from those who believe me and I give love, as much as I have
With me there are no generous women
I steal love in Piazza Grande
And thank goodness there aren't any brigands like me here 'Yes
In my way I would need caresses too
I would need to pray to God
But my life will never change, never
In my way I wanted what I am
I don't have white sheets to cover ourselves
Under the stars in Piazza Grande
And if life doesn't have dreams I have them and I'll give them to you
And if there are no more people like me
I want to die in Piazza Grande
Among the cats around me who don't have masters like me

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