Paroles et traduction Ginevra Di Marco - Sidun
U
mæ
ninin
u
mæ
In
my
little
one,
in
my
little
one
Lerfe
grasse
au
su
Flowery
grass
in
the
sun
Tûmù
duçe
benignu
Your
sweet,
kind
kiss
De
teu
muaè
From
your
muzzle
Spremmûu
'nta
maccaia
Pressed
into
the
brushwood
De
stæ
de
stæ
Of
summer,
of
summer
E
oua
grûmmu
de
sangue
ouëge
And
now
a
sticky
lump
of
fresh
blood
E
denti
de
laete
And
milk
teeth
E
i
euggi
di
surdatti
chen
arraggë
And
the
eyes
of
soldiers
without
anger
Cu'a
scciûmma
a
a
bucca
cacciuéi
de
bæ
With
baby
spittle
running
from
the
corners
of
their
mouths
A
scurrï
a
gente
cumme
selvaggin-a
The
people
run
like
savages
Finch'u
sangue
sarvaegu
nu
gh'à
smurtau
a
qué
Until
their
savage
blood
has
quenched
the
fire
E
doppu
u
feru
in
gua
i
feri
d'ä
prixún
And
after
the
iron
in
the
jaw,
the
iron
in
prison
E
'nte
ferie
a
semensa
velenusa
d'ä
depurtaziún
And
in
prison
the
poisonous
seed
of
deportation
Perché
de
nostru
da
a
cianûa
a
u
meü
Because
from
our
ashes,
from
the
ashes
to
my
hand
Nu
peua
ciû
cresce
aerbu
ni
spica
ni
figgeü
No
more
grass
can
grow,
nor
ears
of
corn,
nor
fig
trees
Ciao
mæ
'nin
l'ereditæ
Goodbye
my
little
one,
the
inheritance
'Nte
sta
çittæ
In
this
city
Ch'a
brûxa
ch'a
brûxa
That
burns,
that
burns
Inta
seia
che
chin-a
In
the
falling
ash
E
in
stu
gran
ciaeu
de
feugu
And
in
this
great
sky
of
fire
Pe
a
teu
morte
piccin-a
For
your
petty
death
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