Текст и перевод песни Tazenda - Non la giamedas Maria

Non la giamedas Maria

SÂandala Âe sa vida
Nos perdonet sos errores,
Attesu dae sÂonore,
Innoramala naschida.

In manu Âe cussa cosa
Non bÂat martire ne eroe,
Cun tottu su candore
Ti·nche juchet in sa losa.

SÂAve Maria de su duamiza
A sa janna est iscudende
Ei sÂisperantzia andende
Subra a nois prus no bizat.

Cocciarinos inrugados
In su ÂÂtuccaru marroneÂÂ,
Umpare a tie che unu coglione
Duos limones acabbados.

Non la giamedas Maria,
Non la giamedas Johanna,
Est una pena prus manna,
Est in unÂatera bia.

In lumen de su sole
Det essere una lastima
Pro su lustru Âe nostrÂanima
Si non bocchimus su male.

Nieddu che sÂorrore
Su tempus nos raggirat
Ma si accontzat sa mira
Puru nois cherimus amore.

Non la giamedas Maria,
Non la giamedas Johanna,
Est una pena prus manna,
Est in unÂatera bia.

In sa die de Nadale
A tie, faghes unu donu,
Tzertu non est indonu
Ma prus de sÂoro balet.

E como affundas in sa zente
E non cantzelles su passadu
E si sÂammentu est abbunzadu
Chirches luche in su presente.

Non la giamedas Maria,
Non la giamedas Johanna,
Est una pena prus manna,
Est in unÂatera bia.

E como affundas in sa zente
E non cantzelles su passadu
E si sÂammentu est abbunzadu
Chirches luche in su presente.

In sa die de Nadale
A tie, faghes unu donu,
Tzertu non est indonu
Ma prus de sÂoro balet.

Biancu froccat su nie
Ei gaia fiorit una rosa,
Est morzende cussa cosa
Ei custa gherra contrÂa tie.

Non la giamedas Maria,
Non la giamedas Johanna,
Est una pena prus manna
Est in unÂatera bia.

Non la giamedas Maria

Sandalwood and life
Forgiveness for my errors
With the Lord's wait
Born in ignorance

In your hands that thing
There's neither martyr nor hero
With all the candor
He has you in the grave

Hail Mary of the anguish
At the door, you are hiding
There is hope in coming
Don't rely on us anymore

Wrinkled old women
In the brown shawl
With you like a fool
Two finished lemons

Don't weep Mary
Don't weep Joan
It's a bigger sorrow
It's on another side

In the light of the sun
It must be a pity
For the luster of our souls
If we don't vomit the evil

Black like horror
Time deceives us
But if the aim is fixed
So let's make love

Don't weep Mary
Don't weep Joan
It's a bigger sorrow
It's on another side

On Christmas day
To you, I make a gift
It's certainly not worthless
But it's worth more than gold

And as you sink into the crowd
Don't erase the past
And if remembrance is abundant
Look for light in the present

Don't weep Mary
Don't weep Joan
It's a bigger sorrow
It's on another side

And as you sink into the crowd
Don't erase the past
And if remembrance is abundant
Look for light in the present

On Christmas day
To you, I make a gift
It's certainly not worthless
But it's worth more than gold

The snow makes the white flakes
There, a rose blooms
That thing is dying
There, this war against you

Don't weep Mary
Don't weep Joan
It's a bigger sorrow
It's on another side