Francesco di Bartolo! Let me introduce myself.
I commented on Dante's Comedy.
Remember? I was considered a prodigy.
And Buti, where I was born
not letting me be forgotten pays tribute
naming its beautiful theater after me.
A theatre where with true courage
great actors are invited
Straub, Servillo have passed through here.
Dario Marconcini made us rejoice
director of a notable theatre
Nobel and Golden Lions won.
I extend to you my gentle hand
and lead you to Buti, my paradise
yours will not be a trip in vain.
A village surrounded by olive trees
to guide us towards tradition
with this verse you will awaken
what makes you feel alive: your passion.
Buti’s oil is sought by all
its fame is its cuisine
its culture highborn
and so our path starts with "Maggio"
From farmer's realm to pageboy
this song a dirge of octosyllables
a song that with strength and courage
even in the midst of the great seas.
For the children of Buti it’s a mirage
listen even when they are toothless.
As far as Cape Verde it arrivedour "Maggio" appreciated by all.
Winter is deep upon us
and Buti gives life to a big festival.
It’s the palio that rules
seven districts with deft minds.
Have planned for a million hours
the horse and rider that will go head to head
throughout Italy horseracing is beloved
in Buti it’s been since the dawn of time.
Tripe is served in good time
The food of knights of the past
the lady will also be present
at the table that has been prepared since dawn.
Every district will taste
the dream for which they worked
all the people of the district
to be the first to reach the end of the road.
Look at the beauty of creation
You can see it well in these groves.
Your eye will be reassured.
By a beauty that is what it is.
The Pisan mountain is mentioned
A view that sends us back to quiet times
These were times where the person mattered
Times where the water was still good.
There, if nature behaves herself,
Is oil that is from heaven.
There is the best water in the area
Not only to wash your face.
Here nature is the true matron,
Many are the agritourisms,
Buti is down there, look at the splendour
This frame will leave you speechless.
Poem by Enrico Pelosini