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Crusta De Platen

Soo na crusta de platen
Ho scrivuu cul curtel
La tuaja del ragn
L'ha ga menga la forza
De scund i muntagn
Quand la noia la ruua
La cusis a uncinett
La tristezza inveci
Laùra e laùra
Cunt el cuntagott
Soo na machina strana
Cun la targa luntana
Quaivedon l'è turnaa
Quantu temp l'è pasaa
El g'ha anca basaa
Soo na machina spurca
De chilometri stort
Se riflett finalment
El tramunt de ca sua
Che l'è 'l pusee fort
E se varda la Grigna
El bicer el caragna
Se cumanda un prusecc
E suta sta pianta gigant
Parum tucc fa de nagot
Ma em faa un po de tutt
E sta riva de sass
L'è uramai un tapee
Cui soe vedri e i rutam
E i soe bucc piee de melma
Che segnen i ann
La balena de ferr
La se ferma al puntil
Porta indree questa gent
Che g'ha mila culur
Ma dumaa questa caa
Quand che riva la sira
Cu la sua astrunav
Che la voor parchegiaa
Se ritroum pugiaa
Cuntra el mur del cantier
Cume quadri tacaa
Sempruu a quel cioo
E se varda la Grigna
El bicer el caragna
Se cumanda un prusecc
E suta sta pianta gigant
Parum tucc fa de nagot
Ma em faa un po de tutt.

Crusta De Platen

On a crust of plate
I wrote on the grass
Your spider's web
Hasn't the strength
To hide from the mountains
When boredom strikes
She sews with a crochet hook
Sadness, on the other hand
Works and works
With a dropper
On a strange machine
With a distant license plate
Quaivedon has returned
How much time has passed
He even kissed her
On a dirty machine
Of bumpy kilometers
He finally reflects
On the sunset of his home
Which is the strongest
And he looks at Grigna
The glass is ugly
He asks for a prosecco
And under this giant plant
We all talk about nothing
But we do a little bit of everything
And this rocky shore
Is now a tapestry
With its bottles and broken glasses
And its mud-filled mouths
That mark the years
The iron whale
Stops at the pier
Bringing back these people
Who have a thousand colors
But only this house
When evening comes
With its spaceship
That wants to park
We find ourselves leaning
Against the wall of the construction site
Like paintings stuck
Always to that nail
And he looks at Grigna
The glass is ugly
He asks for a prosecco
And under this giant plant
We all talk about nothing
But we do a little bit of everything.