Текст и перевод песни Maria Giovanna Cherchi - Pedras fittas

Pedras fittas

Chentu concas
Chentu berrittas
Cust'est s'ispera de pedras fittas
Berritas chentu in concas postas
Tenzan talentu non sian tostas
O poesia su coro abberi
A zente mia cun furisteri
Chi potat crescher sa sardidade
De nou arvescher a s'identidade

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Arte pregamus pro imbentare
Sa terra noa de abitare
Arte cherimus pro pretziare
Sos benes nostros a metzorare
Su ch'isperamus de poder dare
Tottu podimus a triballare
Chi potat crescher sa sardidade
De nou arvescher a s'identidade

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Chentu concas
Chentu berrittas
Cantana zoncas
In tancas frittas
A una conca
No demus torrare
Pro sa Sardigna d'avvalorare
Bentu cun sole nos sun furende
Sas terras nostras avvelenende
Chi potat crescher sa sardidade
De nou arvescher a s'identidade

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

S'in domo nostra meres non semus
Tando isciaos ite isperemus
S'identidade no mi la dana
A mie toccat si n'appo gana
Sa terra sarda de cambiare
Malas intragnas de ispazzare
Send'opprimidu non as isetu
Si ses ischidu move derettu

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus
Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Nois semus su chi cantamus
Nois semus su chi faghimus

Compact Stones

A hundred sinks
A hundred tiny hats
This is like a hope for compact stones
A hundred tiny hats in sinks placed
They have talent so as not to be toasted
Oh! Poetry on the choir loft over there
My people with foreigners
Who can increase Sardinia
To find again its identity

We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do

Let us pray to find art
To inhabit a new land
Let us want art to treasure
To improve our goods
What we hope to be able to give
We will be able to find everything
Who can increase Sardinia
To find again its identity

We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do

A hundred sinks
A hundred tiny hats
Let's sing the fields
In braided fences
For a sink
Let's not roast
To value Sardinia
Wind with the sun is roasting us
Poisoning our lands
Who can increase Sardinia
To find again its identity

We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do

If we are not alone in our homes
Then we know what we hope for
My identity is no longer harming me
If I can afford to
The Sardinian land to change
To kill the evil spirits
If oppressed you are not protected
If you are tired, move on

We are what we sing
We are what we do
We are what we sing
We are what we do

We are what we sing
We are what we do