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So' sajitu aju Gran Sassu,
so' remastu ammutulitu...
me parea che passu passu
se sajesse a j'infinitu!
Che turchinu, quante mare,
che silenzio, che bellezza
pure Roma e j'atru mare
se vedea da quell'ardezza.
Po' so' jitu alla Majella,
la muntagna è tutta 'n fiore;
quant'è bella, quant'è bella,
pare fatta pe' l'amore!
Quantu sole, quanta pace,
che malia la ciaramella
ju pastore veja e tace
pare ju Ddiu della Majella.
Po' so' jitu alla marina
e le vele colorate
co' ju sole la mmatina
se so' tutte 'Iluminate.
Se recanta la passione
ju pastore alla montagna,
ji responne 'na canzone
dajiu mare alla campagna.