Al cjante il gjal

This, along with "Stelutis Alpinis," is the greatest love song ever written in the Friulian language.
Yes, because here he’s not just off to work in an office; he’s off to die - for nothing - in the damn First World War.

The rooster crows, the day cracks open, goodbye my beloved, but I have to go.
Comfort me by making love.