Piove stamattina la gatta va in cucina e mangia il baccalà: la polenta la lascia là

It rains it does not rain
we will do new things
of ashlar and bronze
of pigeon feathers.
Water and wind
tomorrow will be good weather;
good weather or mist,
we'll see in the morning.



It rains it rains sky
the water of San Pietro
San Pietro and San Giovanni
it rains it rains every year.



It rains this morning:
the cat goes to the kitchen
and eat cod,
the polenta leaves there.



It rains in the garden,
but what does it rain to do
in the fountains
in rivers
in the lakes
is
in the sea?



The drops have the desire to sing
bouncing, hopping,
the streets have dimples
of the shoes fan boats.

It rains, it rains
the cat does not move,
the candle goes out,
they say: good evening!
the light comes on
they say: good morning!

It rains, it rains
the cat does not move,
the cow is in the stable,
the peasant woman dances!