La’ nde la Grigna ghigna
gh’è ‘l suu in genöecc
sura i so deent de bücc
cun la sua fiama a pucc
sìciopa föe la giurnàda
nigula füsilaada
unda millimetrada
vent che
se ferma mea
cuntra la
ramada
La’ nde la Grigna frigna
el troon crepa la lavagna
dopu che ‘l fülmin segna
e söe in del cieel sgrafigna
tramuunt cun la buca pièna
e la tempesta söe
la sua schena
aria cumè
na cadèna
angel innanz
indrèe
söe
la sua
altalena
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