Translation of the song Pesa artist Elena Ledda

Deo so una este pro a tie,

I am a dress for you,

Pone sa pedde tua supra sa mia.

Put your skin on mine.

Cantu b'inde cheret piantu

How much crying you need!

Làgrimas de oro non ti faghen re.

Golden tears don’t make you a king.

Mere de 'onzi piaghere

Being master of every pleasure

Est sa meighina chi sanat a tie.

Is the medicine that heals you.

Beni in cust'amore pro una notte ebbia.

Come into this love just for one night.

Mira in custos ojos su destinu tou.

Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.

Semus sa zente chi andat

We are those who walk

E chena si pasare mai

And never rest,

Craos de bentu craitau

Nails of a wind nailed

Supra su passu tou.

On your step.

Beni in cust'amore pro una notte ebbia.

Come into this love just for one night.

Mira in custos ojos su destinu tou.

Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.

Fizos de Ispagna sas intragnas chi suent s'aria ‘e su Magreb

Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.

Pedulianas pius galanas de janas in sa jaga tua.

Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.

Pesa una oghe pro a mie

Raise a song for me,

Move su passu tou supra su meu.

Move your step on mine.

Canta, sos fiancos pintan

Sing, your hips are painting

Sonos e colores

Sounds and colours

In manos e in pees.

With your hands and feet.

Tuddas chi non codiant nudda

Thrills that don’t miss anything,

Curren a s'infrenu sos sentidos mios.

My senses are running unbridled.

Pesa e non ti firmes coro meu, inte'!

Raise, my heart, and don’t stop, hey!

Sona ca custu tempus chi non colet pius

Play music, because this time never passes.

Ca su disizu est fizu

Because the desire is son,

E naschit dae sas laras tuas

It arises from your lips

E nois semus su sonu galanu

And we are the gorgeous sound,

Meres de sa mùsica.

Masters of music.

Supra sos carros lentolos

On the wagons there are sheets,

Nuscos de s'Asturias

Smells of Asturias,

Chin sos pilos pintados

Hairs dyed with henna

D'henné e ojos de s'Africa

And African eyes.

Fizos de Ispagna sas intragnas chi suent aria ‘e su Magreb

Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.

Pedulianas pius galanas de janas in sa jaga tua.

Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.

Benit sa note in su nieddu

The night comes in the darkness

S'isteddu lughet che a nois

The star is shining like us

Tènemi in manu, est luegu

Hold me in your hand, it will soon

Manzanu e s'amore fuet.

Morning and love will run away.