Aötön
by Silli
Aötön
Stagiù de mès ‘dó la natüra la svanés,
i cróda i fòie e i se distènd per tèra,
ma per fàga mia mèt sö la bröta céra
Chèl sö de sura l’ghe dà i culùr piö ‘mpéss.
i cróda i fòie e i se distènd per tèra,
ma per fàga mia mèt sö la bröta céra
Chèl sö de sura l’ghe dà i culùr piö ‘mpéss.
Fall
Season in between, when nature fades away,
the leaves fall and spread upon the ground,
yet, so we don’t grow sullen or dismayed,
the One above gifts us the brightest hues.
the leaves fall and spread upon the ground,
yet, so we don’t grow sullen or dismayed,
the One above gifts us the brightest hues.
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