本来，我觉得这是个无聊的故事。

但那个没有真正生命的小木偶

思考着什么是爱

什么是人

什么是活着

什么是法律

什么是战争

他不知道啊

所以他在问

年纪大的人真的看不了这些

他在长大，

他在唱歌。

“Ciao Papa,

Mio Papa,

Time has come to say farewell.

For how long will I go? Is it far?

No one knows, no one can tell.

If I am gone for a long long time,

I'll pack away a fine piece of shine,

The sound of birds chirping with bells,

Drawings of plums, two bags of shells,

The smell of bread, a drop of wine,

Your memory, father of mine,

Farewell my papa.

Ciao papa,

Mio papa,

Time has come to say farewell.

I am ready to go, going far.

Now I know it will be swell.

I shall be gone for a long long time,

Shall be picking may peaks to climb.

Maybe I’ll see a camel cry

Dangerous pirates with a black eye.

Rain or shine, I’ll keep in mind,

Your memory, father of mine,

Farewell my papa.”

你知道你唱得有多好听吗？

谁是Benito Mussolini

那不重要

他说，别忘了把我那份钱寄给我爸爸。

Don’t forget to send my share of money to my papa.

Life can bring great suffering, and enternal life can bring enternal suffering.

生命带来痛苦，永久的生命带来永久的痛苦。

P: Aw, it's not so bad as all that. Yeah I get a little beat up every time.

but as soon as I get back, I'm going home to my papa.

匹诺曹：啊，那也不是很糟糕。确实我每次死亡都会受点小伤，

但只要我活过来，我就能回家见爸爸了。