The thrush 
D'
on the summit of the ancient tower,
thrushes, singing
go to the campaign until more day, and wanders the
' harmony to this valley.
Spring round
shines in the air, and they rejoiced fields, so that on
mirarla touches the core.
Odi bleating flocks, bellowing herds
other birds happy to race together for the free sky
fan thousand revolutions,
while celebrating their best time:
you pensive on the sidelines all intended;
no companions, no flights
you care not of joy, Dodge amusements;
songs, and so transitions
year of your life and the most beautiful flower.
Alas, how like my
your costume! Sollazzo and rice, sweet young age of
family, and you
German youth, love, bitter sigh
de 'experienced days
do not care, I do not know how, and indeed almost
flee away from them;
almost solitary, and strange to my site
native
step of my life in the spring.
ch'omai This day gives way to night,
celebration is the custom in our village.
Listen to the peaceful sound of a ringing,
often hear a thunderclap of iron rods,
resounding far away from town to town. All dressed up
the youth of the site
leave the houses and streets spreads;
and aims and is targeted, and in my heart rejoices.
I alone in this remote paths
part in the coming campaign, every pleasure and play
delay in another time and in the meantime I look at the spread in the air
aprica
me beasts that among the G distant mountains,
after clear day, falling
vanishes, and seems to say that the blessed youth
faints.
You, solitary little bird, come to
evening of live that will give you the stars,
sure your costume will not
Dorrao; that nature is the result of all your
vagueness.
To me, if you hated the threshold of old age
avoid not implore,
silent when these eyes another's heart, and their
FIA vote, the world, and the future of
to present more dull and dreary, that seem
of this desire? Which of these years my
? that of myself? Ah
pentirommi, and often, but sadly
, volgerommi back.
Giacomo Leopardi
