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Soffro, lontan lontano Le nebbie sonnolente Salgono dal tacente Piano. Alto gracchiando, i corvi, Fidati all'ali nere, Traversan le brughiere Torvi. Dell'aere ai morsi crudi Gli addolorati tronchi Offron, pregando, i bronchi nudi. Come ho freddo! Son sola; Pel grigio ciel sospinto Un gemito destinto Vola; E mi ripete: Vieni; È buia la vallata. O triste, o disamata Vieni! Vieni!
- by Ada Negri (1870 - 1945) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- ENG English (Thomas A. Gregg) , "Mists", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Brumes", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Xavier Rivera) , "Brumas", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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I suffer. Far, far away the sleeping mists rise from the silent plain. Shrilling cawing, the crows, trusting their black wings cross the heath grimly. To the raw weathering of the air the sorrowful tree trunks offer, praying, their bare branches, How cold am I! I am alone; driven through the gray sky a wail of extinction flies; And repeats to me: come, the valley is dark. Oh sad, oh unloved one, Come! Come!
- Translation from Italian (Italiano) to English copyright © 2018 by Thomas A. Gregg, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
This text was added to the website: 2018-03-06
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