Тексты песен
That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun,
n' serene air doppo na storm!
Pe' ll' fresh air seems na festivity already...
That beautiful thing na jurnata ' and sun.
But n' atu sun
beautiful cchiù, oje of '.
' or sun mine
it is ' nfronte to you!
Quanno makes night and ' or sun if of scenne,
me veins quase ' na malincunia;
under ' to restarria fenesta toia
quanno ago night and ' or sun if of scenne.
But n' atu sun
beautiful cchiù, oje of '.
' or sun mine
it is ' nfronte to you!
