[music: C. Rosso-F. Torchia/lyrics: A. Marchisio]  [adapted from the XIIIth century Italian sonnet "S'i' fosse foco" by Cecco Angiolieri]    If I were fire, I'd burn the world;  If I were wind, I'd pester it;  If I were water, I'd sink it;  If I were God, I'd plunge it;    If I were the Pope, I'd be gay,  'cause I'd torment all the Christians;  If I were emperor, I'd be good:  'cause everybody's heads I would cut down.    If I were fire, If I were fire  If I were fire, If I were fire    If I were death, I'd go to my father;  If I were life, I'd flee him:  I'd do the same with my mother.    If I were myself, as I am and was,  I'd take the young and beautiful gals:  The crippled and old I'd leave to others.    If I were fire, If I were fire  If I were fire, If I were fire