Paroles et traduction Piero Marras - Osposidda

Osposidda

Allumadas de fogu
Chimbe carenas fritas:
Tintu a ruju an su logu
In oras malaitas.
Ballas graes at rutu
In sas frunzas d'armidda.

Chie bos faghet lutu
Mortos de Osposidda?
A sa tzega sas armas
Fiores an brujadu:
Sun negadas sas parmas
A su malefadadu.

S'istudat in su putu
Un'urtima ischintidda:
Chie bos fachet lutu
Mortos de Osposidda?

Sonende bos passizan
Finas in s'istradone:
Omines assimizan
A peddes de sirbone.

Sa pietade at sutu
Ranchida sa mamidda:
Chie bos fachet lutu
Mortos de Osposidda?

Ti essit dae su coro
Su sambene caente:
Mancu medaglia 'e oro
Tana dadu, Pitzente.

Pianghene a sucutu
Pitzinnos e pobidda:
Chie bos faghet lutu
Mortos de Osposidda?

Cantu tempus ancora
P'at a cherrer, o frade,
Pro chi nd'essamus fora
De sa barbaridade
E no canten su mutu
Sas feminas de idda?

Chie bos fachet lutu
Mortos de Osposidda?

Osposidda

Torches are lit
Piles of cinders burn:
Red wine flows in rivers
During cursed hours.
Heavy balls bounce
On the leaves of almond trees.

Who will bring you mourning,
Dead of Osposidda?
At dusk, weapons
Are transformed into flowers:
The shields are blackened
By their evil.

He lies in his grave
One last painful thought:
Who will bring you mourning,
Dead of Osposidda?

You pass with ringing voices
Along the narrow street:
Men walk
Like sheep to the slaughter.

Piety is silent,
Mercy has gone:
Who will bring you mourning,
Dead of Osposidda?

You pour hot blood
From your heart:
Not even a gold medal
You gave us, Vicente.

They weep in silence,
Children and poor mothers:
Who will bring you mourning,
Dead of Osposidda?

For how much longer,
Brother, must we wander,
So that we might be free
From barbarism
And the women of that place
Will no longer sing of mourning?

Who will bring you mourning,
Dead of Osposidda?