Spazza via ‘l sol
ti, vènt che me slàneghes,
dàime na luna
spazza via il sole | tu, vento che mi tormenti, | dammi una luna
wipe away the sun,
wind, you are my torturer –
do give me a moon!
(pöc e revèrs)
La mia vita non ha un senso. La mia vita è fatta di direzioni che spesso cambiano.
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