It is Epiphany,
comes from the mountains at night.
How is tired! surrounds
snow, frost and wind.
It is the Epiphany.
His hands in the chest on the cross,
and the snow is his garment, and frost
his panel,
and the wind is his voice.
His hands in the chest on the cross.
and went slowly
the villa, the farmhouse,
watching, listening,
or nearer or farther.
Slowly, slowly.
What's inside this house?
A slight shuffling.
All is calm, all is black.
and shines a light changes.
What's inside this house?
Watch and see ... three beds
with three children to bed, good.
Watch and see ... to capitoni
there are three long and thin socks.
Oh! three socks and three beds ...
The bright and shining down, and
scricchiolan the stairs
the brightly lit and salt, and
palpitan tents.
Who salt? Who goes?
With her mother fell gifts,
rooms with his smile.
The bright burns in the face
lamp as a church.
With her mother fell gifts.
La Befana the window
hears and sees, and moves away.
Move the north,
passes through the high road:
trembles every door, every window.
And that's in the house?
A long sigh and faint.
Some firefly fire
shines even in the hearth.
But that's in the house?
Watch and see ... three strapunti
with three children to bed, good.
Among the ashes and coals
there are three hooves worn.
Oh! three shoes and three strapunti ...
And his mother and waking row
sighing and sobbing, and behold
from time to time
oh! those three bases in a row ...
sleep and cry, cry and row.
La Befana sees and hears;
fled to the mountain, which is the dawn.
that mother still cries
on those children with nothing.
La Befana sees and hears.
La Befana is on the mountain.
What he sees is what he saw:
some people cry and some people laugh:
it clouds to the forehead, while he
on the white mountain.
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