Through life I climb right up a hill
This hill is so steep, yet even still
I climb, and I climb wanting to reach the top
The very top of this life of fraught
Yet as I climb I realize it's a mountain
Rocks projecting upward just like a fountain
To propagate myself I start a chantin'
Hoping to reach the tip of the mountain!
Going upwards towards the heaven
I climb closer to this dead end
Waiting to get out of the seven
Climbing to the tip of the mountain!
Almost to the top of this mountain
As my chant reaches to a shoutin'
With skill and ease I reach the fountain
Di essere sulla punta della montagna!
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