Translated with the help of LLMs from the Florentine dialect (WTFPL).
We are that breed that’s never quite alright, jump ditches by day, skip dinner by night. I’ll shout it loud till I’m hoarse and dry: we barely get laid even though we try. We’re the ones who pack the cinema tight, to see naked girls, jerkin’ off all night.
Yet nature still whispers, through valley and hill, that caterpillars can fly, if they’ve got the will. But we’re the breed that defies all the rules: born as worms… still worms we stay, like fools. We’ve been fucked by misery, went in raw, no glove: didn’t pull out clean, now we’re stuck with bad love.
Bozzone in “Berlinguer, I Love You” (Giuseppe Bertolucci)