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L'uccellino quando imbruna

The little bird when the evening comes

The little bird, when the evening comes,
puts his head under his wing,
turns into a little ball of feathers
and falls asleep on the branch.
'Ninna in su, ninna in giu'.'

He has the wind that ruffles him,
you your mother who rocks you.
He has the wind that shakes him,
you your mother who sings to you.
Sleep love, love love.

He has the wind that breaks onto him,
You have your mother who cries for you.
He has the wind that hits him,
You have your mother who smothers you.
Sleep love, love love.