| ESSERE SANDONATESE | ON BEING "SANDONATESE" |
| Anon. | tr. María Pía Marchelletta |
Sanderenate paes lasciat ye kore mei chiagne pe te, paes mie' kelle biegl mundagne keglie sole keglie ciele azzurre ne kore chiene de memorie ce' seme cresciut ieke me' r'cord quand eva vaglione tiempe spinzierat e' senza c'rvieglie kome fosse bbieglie repassa' keste post passat kome vaglion natravota cheste m'abbasta e assagia le sagne e fasciuore d'andanne ke faceva mama | San Donato country I left behind my heart weeps for you, my hometown those beautiful mountains that sun that azure-blue sky a heart full of memories we were raised here I remember when I was a child a carefree time without any brains how it would be so wonderful to revisit this historic place like a child once again this would be sufficient for me and to taste the homemade pasta with beans of once upon a time that my mother would make. |
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