As human as you.
As real as you.
Just not so happy as you,
because of you...
Oh you and your damn belief!
Oh you and your huge cynicism!
Oh you and your small mind!
No form of love is wrong;
wrong is your prejudice, my friend.
Because on the inside we're like this:
no differences finally
Oh, go, Peter, go tell him!
Oh, go, Lucio, go own him!
Oh, go, Renato, go love him!
I don't see why so many worries:
the heart belongs to him, just to him.
Your hostility worries me
and your words scares me.
Oh understand him like a friend yours!
Oh, accept him like a brother yours!
Oh love him like a son yours!
They've been living in a nightmare.
They're always living in a nightmare.
It's always a nightmare in their minds.
Could that nightmare finish?
Oh, Peter, don't go; because loving is not fatal!
Oh, Lucio, don't hide; because you're not an animal!
Oh, Renato, don't be sad; because wrong is not being sentimental!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem