Come here,
Come to the crossroads
of my large
and clumsy arms.
You don’t want to?
Well,
stay behind and winter here
and this insult
we’ll add to the total.
But — all the same
one day
I’ll take you —
you alone —
or together with Paris.
Vieni via,
vieni all’incrocio
delle mie grandi
braccia goffe.
Non vuoi?
Allora resta pure e sverna.
Nel conto totale infileremo anche
quest’offesa.
Tanto
un giorno
ti prenderò lo stesso,
te sola
o insieme con Parigi.
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