The Italian - 184

1. It's me, it's the Italian
Is there anyone there?
Is there anyone there?
From here I hear the dog
And if you're not dead
Open up for me without resentment
I'm coming back a bit late, I know
Eighteen years late, it's true
But I found my matches
In a street in Massachusetts
The journey is tiring
For a child of my age

CHORUS

Open up for me
Open the door for me
I really can't take it anymore
If you're there, open the door for me
You don't know what it was like over there

2. I'm coming back to the lodging
I've done all the jobs
Thief, tightrope walker
Marshal of the lodging,
Comedian, poacher
Emperor and pianist
I've known women, yes but
I play checkers very badly, you know
Back when I was a gold digger
They took everything from me, I'm still crying about it
Time has passed on this
When I had my back turned

CHORUS

Open up for me
Open the door for me
I really can't take it anymore
If you're there, open the door for me
You don't know what it was like over there

3. It's me, it's the Italian
I'm coming back from so far away
The road was bad
And so many years later
So many sorrows later
I dream of a chair
Open up, you're there, I know
I'm so tired, you know
I only have one chance left
It's that you haven't had your chance
But it's not the same dog
And the light goes out

CHORUS

Open up for me
Open a door for me
I really can't take it anymore
If you're there, open the door for me
I'll tell you what it was like over there

Open up

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