Lyrics and translation Tazenda - Sutt' 'E Su Sole
Sutt'e
su
sole
reposant
sos
eroes
Under
the
sun,
rest
the
heroes
Ch'ant
dadu
a
su
mundu
Who
gave
the
world
Calicosa
de
prus
Something
more
De
una
simplitze
vida:
Of
a
simple
life:
Una
vida
simplitze
A
simple
life
Fatta
'e
fattos
e
pocas
paraulas.
Made
up
of
deeds
and
few
words.
Sutt'e
su
sole
reposant
sos
ladrones
Under
the
sun,
the
thieves
rest
Chi
nos
ant
lassad'
istorias
'e
malatrassa,
Who
left
us
tales
of
misfortune,
Chi
nos
ant
lassad'
istorias
e
'malasorte
Who
left
us
tales
of
misfortune
and
bad
luck
E
ant
perdidu
oras
pretziosas
che
oro.
And
have
wasted
precious
time
like
gold.
Sutt'e
su
sole,
sutt'e
su
sole
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun
Sutt'e
su
sole,
sutt'e
su
sole.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Sutt'e
su
sole
una
missa
pro
sa
gherras
Under
the
sun,
a
mass
for
the
wars
In
lumen
'e
sa
Bibbia,
In
the
light
of
the
Bible,
In
lumen
'e
su
Corano,
In
the
light
of
the
Quran,
Rios
de
sambene,
mares
'e
dolore,
Streams
of
blood,
seas
of
pain,
Lagrimas
e
anneos,
Tears
and
moans,
Muntones
'e
rena.
Piles
of
sand.
Sutt'e
su
sole
pranghent
sas
rughes
Under
the
sun,
the
wrinkles
cry
'E
unu
piscadore,
'e
unu
marineri,
Of
a
fisherman,
of
a
sailor,
Pranghet
una
cria
A
girl
cries
E
una
femina
mala
And
an
evil
woman
Chin
su
coro
in
manu
o
chin
su
male
in
coro.
With
her
heart
in
her
hand
or
with
evil
in
her
heart.
Sutt'e
su
sole,
sutt'e
su
sole
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun
Sutt'e
su
sole,
sutt'e
su
sole.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Under
the
sun,
under
the
sun.
Sutt'e
su
sole
li
'idimus
sos
ammentos
Under
the
sun,
we
see
the
memories
Fizos
'e
su
tempus
Children
of
time
E
de
sa
nostalgia,
And
nostalgia,
Faeddamus
pianu,
Let's
talk
quietly,
Faeddamus
pacu
Let's
talk
quietly
De
sa
vida
nostra
About
our
life
E
de
su
misteriu
'e
Deus.
And
the
mystery
of
God.
Sutt'e
su
sole
una
die
'e
sant'andria
Under
the
sun,
one
day
of
Saint
Andrew
Amus
a
passare
a
un'atera
vida
We
will
pass
to
another
life
E
cada
die
amus
a
esser
in
pache
And
every
day
we
will
be
at
peace
E
amus
a
ballare,
And
we
will
dance,
Oppressos
e
oppressores.
Oppressed
and
oppressors.
Amus
a
ballare,
mortos
e
mortores,
We
will
dance,
dead
and
killers,
Amus
a
ballare,
servos
e
barones,
We
will
dance,
servants
and
barons,
Amus
aballare,
candelas
e
frores
We
will
dance,
candles
and
flowers
Sutt'e
su
sole.
Under
the
sun.
Sutt'e
su
sole
una
die
'e
sant'andria
Under
the
sun,
one
day
of
Saint
Andrew
Amus
a
passare
a
un'atera
vida
We
will
pass
to
another
life
E
cada
die
amus
a
esser
in
pache
And
every
day
we
will
be
at
peace
E
amus
a
ballare,
And
we
will
dance,
Oppressos
e
oppressores.
Oppressed
and
oppressors.
Amus
a
ballare,
mortos
e
mortores,
We
will
dance,
dead
and
killers,
Amus
a
ballare,
servos
e
barones,
We
will
dance,
servants
and
barons,
Amus
aballare,
candelas
e
frores
We
will
dance,
candles
and
flowers
Sutt'e
su
sole.
Under
the
sun.
Amus
a
ballare,
mortos
e
mortores...
We
will
dance,
dead
and
killers...
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