The imbarìgh
Since ch'ho robe i'an Ciapa the street,
that mor without the dè a little 'd rimissiòn,
I mes a chént me the reputaziòn
and am so Zarco e mi post in ‘t l’ustarìa.
D’in sdài in ‘t’la scaràna ad lègn e ‘d paja,
la nòta la’s strabìga pièn pianìn,
un zìgar, un sbadài, un pér ‘d quartìn,
do ciàcri, e ac-sé… a m’ingòz fin a la scaja.
E cun the head lost in 't an ELT mond
cun the guitar to a song Bagat
par Zarco and chilzè street Magon,
ch 'he ardòt the life I lead to a market.
The ingarbòj to the tot de, and incubated for IIR
one for par with gold in las hast 't'un Township
e to e zil has soffi un'uraziòn
Ch'im tired stereo pr'un po 'mi i heal.
am'imbarìgh Pu pien pien, cun discrezione,
has so stagh eam'invèj Longhi to the Streda,
Trabal has a cume Scaf al'ingulfèda
end che Mardus in peta ae I Purton ...
... And in The am'afèrum, and questions cun respect
guérd to cun the guzlùn in ti c cla stela
that looked at agrapé cla Burdel
de la me that a well-VLU. And am Vagh to let.
(Leonardo Maltoni - 1979)
The drunk
Since I saw that the years run off,
dying day mercilessly,
I put aside my Reputation
and I searched for a place at the inn.
Sitting on a chair of wood and straw,
the night drags slowly,
a cigar, a yawn, a couple of blocks,
chat, and so I drink to drunkenness.
And with his head lost in another world
ruin a song with the guitar
for try to kick away that Magone,
which has reduced my life to a sea of \u200b\u200blead.
The disappointments of life, today and yesterday
for a couple of hours, I leave in a corner
and breath a prayer to heaven
that for a while ' my thoughts leave me in peace.
Then I get drunk slowly, quietly,
I get up and I start down the road,
sway like a boat in the storm
until I drag myself in front of my door ...
... And there I stop, and almost with respect
watch with tears in his eyes that star
I looked, the girl embraced
a day I wanted well. And I go to bed.
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