Notturno Primaverile

Springy nocturne

The Moon, hanging by a thread of stars
turn on the night by a pale veil
on which are painted black the mountain peaks.
And the air that shines, carrying in wind the sound of crickets
rests on the fresh lake fluttering.

La Luna, appesa a un filo di stelle
accende la notte di un pallido velo
su cui son dipinte di nero le cime dei monti.
E l’aria che brilla, portando nel vento il canto dei grilli
si posa sul fresco ondeggiare del lago.

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