La Befana comes by night
her hair is a bit 'ruffled, gloves
blacks a little' holes, with an apron
the patches ...
in one day how many stages
with his bag packed,
bypassing any chasm,
to bring gifts to adults and to children!
La Befana comes by night,
with tattered stockings
large shawl over her shoulders ...
for someone has nothing, a bit disappointment
'hot,
I advise you to hope, continue to wait
will bring to you,
in the coming years, if you stay
to do good, so that gift
expected that among all the other gifts
did not put on the weight!
Viva alive Befana
that the package has prepared and has lots crammed with the heart
has wrapped:
a thought for everyone,
is not everything? I am bewildered! A
has forgotten the gift!?
not feel abandoned,
please, no weep!
If not, I'll heartened,
was long awaited?
come on and not to the injured,
arrived breathless
she works throughout the year sooner or later will
:
beautiful gift that will come!
La Befana comes by night with all broken bones,
the cold, wind ...
for this year 's
be glad if you miss his gift, perhaps
to another is gone,
the most beautiful gesture was:
of old men and children,
much alone and far more sad, even
you have the visas yet,
she does not have a lot of money from
satisfy everyone.
Wonder
and is already seeing her dream a bit ', it is comforting to you
if something is wrong, you can remember is a little old
and must forgive her, she's a good little person
though, for once ...
That night the King Magi,
knocked on the door,
to clean the cottage,
with the broom,
she did not go with them, too late
asked where it was that Child,
to bring you a present.
Every year we try again but his dream come true,
always hoped to find him, she continues to seek
:
every child goes to see!
did not say that
gift for you there is none,
to prevent them from even more evil
cry and it's worth?
When I was small I believed the old woman, she knocked on my door
with gifts of all kinds, but each time
scared
crouched under the table,
well hidden from his view,
expecting quiet quiet, hoping that the bag well
a nice gift in a beautiful package, among the many
me it was up!
I was sure, bring him each year so it was
and then when I grew
Befana
real one I have even known!
not many have seen, only those who
a little 'baby is!
When I was small I believed in the "old lady" or even
no more child ...
I always "Granny"!
Will soon that goes away all together with the choir:
"La Befana comes by night
with broken shoes with the dress
Roman
viva viva la Befana! "
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