Текст и перевод песни Tazenda - Nanneddu (Live)

Nanneddu (Live)

Nanneddu meu
Su mundu est gai,
A sicut erat
Non torrat mai.

Semus in tempos
De tirannias,
Infamidades
E carestias.

Como sos populos
Cascant che cane,
Gridende forte:
"Cherimus pane! "

Famidos, nois
Semus pappande
Pan'e castanza,
Terra cun lande.

Terra ch'a fangu
Torrat su poveru
Senz'alimentu,
Senza ricoveru.

Semus sididos
In sas funtanas,
Pretende s'abba
Parimus ranas.

Peus su famene
Chi, forte, sonat
Sa janna a tottus
E non perdonat.

Nanneddu meu
Su mundu est gai,
A sicut erat
Non torrat mai.

Cuddas banderas
Numeru trinta,
De binu'onu,
Mudad'hant tinta.

Appenas mortas
Cussas banderas
Non piùs s'osservant
Imbreagheras.

Sos tristos corvos
A chie los lassas?
Pienos de tirrias
E malas trassas.

E gai chi tottus
Faghimus gherra,
Pro pagas dies
De vida in terra.

Nanneddu meu
Su mundu est gai,
A sicut erat
Non torrat mai.

Semus in tempos
De tirannias,
Infamidades
E carestias.

Adiosu, Nanni,
Tenedi contu,
Faghe su surdu,
Ettad'a tontu.

A tantu, l'ides,
Su mund'est gai,
A sicut erat
Non torrat mai.

Nanneddu (Live)

My Nanneddu
The world is cheerful,
A sicut erat
It never changes.

We are in times
Of tyranny,
Infamy
And famine.

Like people
They sing that song,
Crying out loud:
"We want bread! "

We are starving
Eating
Chestnut bread,
Land with acorns.

Land that in mud
Buries the poor
Without food,
Without shelter.

We are thirsty
At the fountains,
Chasing water
We find frogs.

For the famine
Which, loud, rings
The bell for all
And does not forgive.

My Nanneddu
The world is cheerful,
A sicut erat
It never changes.

Those banners
Thirty in number,
Of good wine,
Changed color.

As soon as they died
Those banners
Are no longer seen
Getting drunk.

The sad crows
To whom do you leave them?
Full of grudges
And bad habits.

And thus, like all
We wage war,
For a few days
Of life on earth.

My Nanneddu
The world is cheerful,
A sicut erat
It never changes.

We are in times
Of tyranny,
Infamy
And famine.

Goodbye, Nanni,
Be careful,
Play dumb,
Call yourself stupid.

Meanwhile, you see,
The world is cheerful,
A sicut erat
It never changes.