Текст и перевод песни Tazenda - Disamparados

Disamparados

Notte 'e anneu
Chena una lumera
E in coro meu
No b'at un'ispera.
Mi sa die
Chi istoccat una nue
E rie, rie
Benit innoe... beni intonende unu dilluÂ

In sos muntonarzos, sos disamparados
Chirchende ricattu, chirchende.
In mesu a sa zente, in mesu
A s'istrada dimandende.
Sa vida s'ischidat pranghende.

Bois, fizos 'e niunu,
Chin sos annos irmenticados.
Tue ndÂas solu chimbantÂunu
Ma paren' chentÂannos.

Dae sos muntonarzos de sa ziviltade
So 'oghe Âe sos disamparados.
Ponimus una cantone
Ei chena alenu picare
Cantamus pro no irmenticare.
Bois, jajos 'e niunu
Chin sos annos irmenticados,
Sa vida ue bos hat juttu?
In sos muntonarzos!

Coro meu
Fonte 'ia, gradessida
Gai, puru deo
Potho bier'a sa vida.
Mi sa die
Chi istoccat una nue
E rie, rie
Beni innoe... beni intonende unu dillu.

Nois fizos 'e niunu
In sos annos irmenticados,
Sa vida ue nos hat juttu?
In sos muntonarzos!

In sos muntonarzos, sos disamparados
Chirchende ricattu, chirchende.
In mesu a sa zente, in mesu
A s'istrada dimandende.
Sa vida s'ischidat pranghende.

Bois, jajos 'e niunu
Chin sos annos irmenticados
Tue n'dhas solo chimbantÂunu
Ma paren'chent'annos.

In sos muntonarzos...

The Lost and Abandoned

In the darkness
A light shines
And with my choir
There is no despair.
I know
That a new day is breaking
And I laugh, I laugh
Come closer... come sing a lament with me

In the mountains, the lost and abandoned
Searching for redemption, searching.
Amongst the people, amongst
The streets they beg.
Their lives are slowly fading.

You, child of no one,
With years forgotten.
You only have fifty-one
But you seem a hundred years old.

From the mountains of civilization
We hear the cries of the lost and abandoned.
We stand on a street corner
And without breath we scream
We sing so that we are not forgotten.
You, orphan
With years forgotten,
What has life done to you?
In the mountains!

With my choir
A fountain of thanks
Happy, even I
Can see life.
I know
That a new day is breaking
And I laugh, I laugh
Come closer... come sing a lament with me.

We, children of no one
In years forgotten,
What has life done to us?
In the mountains!

In the mountains, the lost and abandoned
Searching for redemption, searching.
Amongst the people, amongst
The streets they beg.
Their lives are slowly fading.

You, orphan
With years forgotten
You only have fifty-one
But you seem a hundred years old.

In the mountains...