Lughet sa frama
A shining blade
Dae sa manu si ruet
Falls from my hand.
Farche de luna
Crescent moon:
Trigu sos pilos tuos.
Your hair is scythed wheat
E in su laore
And in the harvest
Donzi ranu so deo.
I am every grain.
Cale est su justu,
Which is the right thing,
Dae ue naschit pro a mie?
Where does it spring from, for me?
Cussas laras?
Those lips saying?
Ite narant?
What are they saying?
Semus tot'unu
We are one thing
E su sambene est nou
And our blood is new:
Naschire umpare
Being born together
Chin su tou, chin su meu.
With my blood, with yours.
Como ses solu meu
You are only mine now
Prus niunu ti leat
Nobody will take you away anymore
S'umbra mea in sa tua
My shadow to yours.
Cussas laras?
Those lips saying?
Ite narant?
What are they saying?
Gai custu ‘asu
So, this kiss
Non si movet dae a tie
Won’t leave you.
Presa in in sos ojos
Prisoner of its eyes,
Sa bellesa non fuet.
The beauty can’t escape.
Beni in sa notte
Come here in the night,
Ses prus jara che mai
You are clearer than ever
Como ch'inghelat
Now that the night falls
Chena sole, ne die
Without sun or day
Cussas laras?
Those lips saying?
Ite narant?
What are they saying?