Maire, lei campagno gansaion
A questo nue, balin-balan,
Leis avé, lei fedo sounaion.
D’ounte vèn agéu sagan?
Lou gat sauto dins la paniero,
Medor gingouelo dins lei champ,
E lei gàrri dins la feniero,
Barruelon coume de bregand!

The bells are a ringing
On Mid Winters Night
The moon sets all alone
And once again I try to sleep before the morning light

Too soon the sun will come a-calling over the hills in our little town
Too soon the snow will start falling over the world without a sound
While in my room dreams ar a-fleeting
I close my eyes one more time
All too quickly the dawn is breaking and I must leave the night behind