There are no saints who pay for my lunch
On the benches in Piazza Grande
But when I'm hungry for merchants like me
There are none here

I sleep, the grass and only friends beside me
They talk about love in Plaza Grande
About their loves and problems I don't know
Sadness 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 house is Piazza Grande
To those who believe in me, I take love and give love, as much as I have

With me there are no generous women
I steal love in Piazza Grande
And luckily there are no brigands like me
Here there are none

In my own way, I feel a desire, a love of mine
I still need to ask God
But I won't change this life, love
In my own way, what I am, I wanted to be

I don't have white sheets to cover us
Under the stars in Piazza Grande
And if life has no dreams, I have them
And I give them to you

And if there will be no more people like me
I want to die in Piazza Grande
Among the cats that are as free as me
Around me

In my own way, I would need caresses too
I would need to pray to God
But I will never change my life, never
In my own way, what I am, I wanted to be

In my own way, in my own way
In my own way

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