Fanno la voce grossa
Gridano
A pieni polmoni
Tutto il loro entusiasmo
Sicuri nella loro giovinezza,
Scapestrando le loro azioni
Convinti di farla
Sempre franca,
Come se a loro
Nessuno mai chiedesse
Il conto delle azioni.
Quant’è spessa
La benda
Che in gioventù
Si porta tutti
Davanti agli occhi
E che non lascia
Vedere
Ciò che ci aspetta
Più avanti.
Perfino le nuvole
Più minacciose
Ci paiono nuvolette
Soffici e delicate
E il brontolare
Sordo e cupo
Di un terribile
Temporale
Ci sembra
Una pioggerellina
Fresca e lieve
E ci si incammina
Tranquilli
Incontro
Alla tempesta.
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Make its voice
shout
A deeply
All their enthusiasm
Secure in their youth,
Reckless their actions
Believing it
Always frank,
As if they
No one ever asked
The stock account.
How much thicker
the bandage
That in his youth
It brings all
Before the eyes
And that does not leave
see
What we expect
Farther on.
Even the clouds
more threatening
There seem to be clouds
Soft and delicate
And the grumbling
Dull and gloomy
A terrible
temporal
there seems to
a drizzle
Fresh and mild
And we walk
Tranquilli
meeting
The storm.
shout
A deeply
All their enthusiasm
Secure in their youth,
Reckless their actions
Believing it
Always frank,
As if they
No one ever asked
The stock account.
How much thicker
the bandage
That in his youth
It brings all
Before the eyes
And that does not leave
see
What we expect
Farther on.
Even the clouds
more threatening
There seem to be clouds
Soft and delicate
And the grumbling
Dull and gloomy
A terrible
temporal
there seems to
a drizzle
Fresh and mild
And we walk
Tranquilli
meeting
The storm.
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