Funerale Di Un Contadino

This grave where you lie
Wide a few fingers
It's the smallest bill
You paid in life
It has the right volume
Neither wide nor deep
It's the part that touches you
Of the estate
It's not a big grave
It's right, precise
It's the land you wanted
To see divided
It's a big grave
For a small dead
You'll fit more comfortably
Than when you were in the world
It's a big grave
For a dead of nothing
But here more than in the world
You're comfortably
It's a big grave
Your flesh is little
But the earth given
Is not looked down upon