Nos 6 years III of "La Portella"
'U cellóne from Serre
Nu chèfone mèntre fècève
‘a mèjése di pemmedóre
hè viste zumpè ndà jèrve nu vòtte.
Ce credève chè jève
‘nu cèlle chèdute dèll'albere.
Cià purtète a chèse
e ha mésse ndà chèjóle.
‘U tèmpe pèssève e ‘u vòtte stéve sèmpe
èmmèsciunète u stésse pòste.
Nu bèlle jórne ‘u chèfone hè ditte :
Cellóne mije cellóne,
tutte càntene e tu nóne!
i scénne ha pèrze pa vecchiaje
mè ‘u pizze chi cià tóte?
a farmer while he was
the fallow tomato
has seen a jump in the grass frog.
believed it was a bird fell from the tree.
I took home and put it in the cage.
Time passed and the toad was always
slumped at the same place.
One day the farmer said:
Uccellone my uccellone,
all sing and you do not!.
has lost the wings for the old
but the bill who has taken it?
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