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T'aggio mmideja, bello auciello! Tu te spasse nfra ste frunne, cante, vuole, t'annascunne ed io resto a penejà! |
I envy your lot, dear little bird: you frolic amongst the branches, you sing, fly and hide, whilst all I have is a heart full of tears. |
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