Deu no dd’ap’essi mai crètiu
I’d never imagined
de torrai a ponni sa barca mia in mari.
to put again my boat at sea.
Dda tenia frima in su portu ‘e Casteddu,
I’ve been keeping it idle in the port of Cagliari,
firma in d’unu mari nieddu.
idle in a black sea.
No dd’ap’essi crètiu mai.
I’d never imagined it.
Gràtzias deu si ‘ollu torrai
I want to thank you all,
a totus is chi dd’ant abetada,
all those who were waiting for it,
a is chi mi dd’ant acodrada in s’ierru
those who sheltered it in wintertime,
strinta cun funis de ferru.
tightening it with iron cables.
Gràtzias deu si ‘ollu torrai.
I want to thank you all.
Sa navi mia est luxenti de prata e de oru,
My ship is shiny with silver and gold,
sa navi ‘e su coru.
the ship of my heart.
Sa navi mia ‘e su coru, ‘e su coru ‘e sa vida,
The ship of my heart, of the heart of my life,
sa navi est partida.
the ship has left.
Dd’ant a portai ninna-ninna
It will be cradled
is bentus e is maris ch’ind’at a surcai.
by winds and seas that it will sail through.
Dd’ant a carrigai centu e milla de fradis e sorris
It will be loaded by thousands of brothers and sisters
chi ‘oliant torrai
who wanted to go back
chi ‘oliant torrai a fai terra
who wanted to land back
a is peis de sa serra
at the foot of the mountain
anch’est imbecendu mamai.
where mommy is growing old.