Текст и перевод песни Tazenda - Pitzinnos In Sa Gherra
Si
ses
de
mutria
mala
If
you
have
an
evil
face
Morigande
in
sos
pensamentos
Dwell
on
your
thoughts
Lestra
de
su
grecu
sala
The
church's
Greek
ladder
Ispinghet
ecos
de
lamentos
Pushes
out
echoes
of
laments
Brinca
sos
trabentos
It
leaves
out
curses
Ei
bessi
dae
su
ludu
Go
away
from
the
people
Puru
si
non
as
a
ottènner
bantos
Even
if
you
don't
have
to
obtain
favours
Proa
a
dare
un
azudu
Try
to
give
some
help
No
iscurtes
sas
muidas
Don't
listen
to
the
voices
Lassa
puru
sas
peàdas
Also
leave
the
footprints
Sa
tristessa
commo
est
luida
Sadness
is
as
shiny
as
gold
E
de
realidade
aundàda
And
it's
a
deep
reality
Arantzos
in
bucca
a
sos
pitzinnos
Oranges
in
the
little
kids'
mouths
A
sa
muda
in
sa
rena,
setzidos
At
the
sandbank,
thirsty
Fusileddos
in
sa
pala
Rifles
on
their
shoulders
Pedras
in
sa
bertula
Stones
in
their
pockets
Issos
cherent
una
terra
They
want
a
homeland
Pitzinnos
in
sa
gherra
Little
children
in
the
war
Su
destinu
in
sos
isteddos
Their
fate
is
in
the
stars
(Falet
subra
a
sos
piseddos)
(It
speaks
on
their
feet)
Est
drommende
a
bentre
a
chelu
They
are
sleeping
on
the
cold
ground
(Un
ateru
chelu
pro
lentolu)
(Another
cold
ground
for
a
shroud)
Tue
brinca
sos
trabentos
You
leave
out
curses
Ei
bessi
dae
su
ludu
Go
away
from
the
people
Puru
si
non
as
a
ottener
bantos
Even
if
you
don't
have
to
obtain
favours
Proas
a
dare
un
azudu
Try
to
give
some
help
Fintzas
a
cando
sa
pena
Until
sorrow
Su
mundu
in
sas
manos
at
a
aere
Lets
the
world
fly
away
Ischida·ti·nche
in
bona
lena
Know
that
you're
in
good
shape
Fortzis
gia
giuches
su
chi
cheres
Maybe
you're
playing
what
you
want
Arantzos
in
bucca
a
sos
pitzinnos
Oranges
in
the
little
kids'
mouths
A
sa
muda
in
sa
rena
setzidos
At
the
sandbank
thirsty
Fusileddos
in
sa
pala
Rifles
on
their
shoulders
Pedras
in
sa
bertula
Stones
in
their
pockets
Issos
cherent
una
terra
They
want
a
homeland
Pitzinnos
in
sa
gherra
Little
children
in
the
war
Trenta,
quaranta,
cinquanta
Thirty,
forty,
fifty
Mitragliatrice
cànta
The
machine
gun
sings
A
tenore
In
tenor
Tutti
seduti
giù
per
terra
All
sitting
on
the
ground
Quaranta,
cinquanta,
cinquantuno
Forty,
fifty,
fifty-one
Ferite
di
coltello
Knife
wounds
Nel
cuore
In
the
heart
Tutti
seduti
giù
per
terra
All
sitting
on
the
ground
Pitzinnos
in
sa
gherra
Little
children
in
the
war
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