Rùdola ‘n sass
gió da la chìpa, erta,
‘l gà dent ensògni
rotola un sasso | giù dalla china, erta, | trascina sogni
a stone rolls down the
very steep slope, carrying
inside it my dreams
(pöc e revèrs)
Qualche volta, mi accorgo e mi stupisco di essere vivo.
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