The country was very young,
the mounted soldiers were its defense.
The brilliant green of the prairie
clearly demonstrated the existence of God,
the God who planned the frontier and built the railroad.
At that time I was a boy
playing rummy, whistling at women.
Gullible and romantic, with two men's moustaches.
If I had a choice between life and death,
between life and death, I would have chosen America.
The difference between the buffalo and the locomotive is obvious:
the locomotive has a marked road,
the buffalo can swerve to the side and fall.
This decided the fate of the buffalo,
the future of my mustache and my profession.
Now I want to tell you: there are those who kill to steal
and there are those who kill for love,
the hunter always kills to play,
I killed to be the best.
My father was a cow herder,
my mother was a farmer.
I, the only blond son almost like Jesus,
I was a few years old and twenty years seems young,
then you turn to look at them and you can't find them anymore.
And in fact I remember a sad afternoon,
I, with my friend 'Rubber Ass', famous mechanic,
on the side of a road contemplating America,
decrease in horsepower, increase in optimism.
They presented me with my fifty years old
and a contract with the Paceebene circus
to tour Europe.
And I signed, with my name and I signed,
and my name was Buffalo Bill.

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