Translation of the song Bettamus intro a nois artist Tazenda
Bettamus intro a nois
We Stuff Ourselves
Intr’a nois ‘ettamus
We stuff ourselves with
Tabacu ei meighinas.
Tobacco and medicines.
Comente istratzos semus
We are like rags
Brutos de chijina.
Soiled with ash.
‘Ettamus intr’a nois
We stuff ourselves with
Magicas, birdes ervas:
Magical green grasses.
Semus che piseddos
We are like babies
Chi chircan sas mamiddas.
Looking for breasts.
Intr’a nois sun passados,
Streams of wine
Passan e an a passare
And other booze
De ‘inu trainos
Have flowed, flow
E atera cosa ‘e buffare.
And will flow inside us.
Ei cando passan intr’a nois
And when tiny, magical clouds
Minudas magicas nues
Pass inside us
Sa làcana jampamus
We jump over the limit
Solu pro calchi minudos.
Just for a few minutes.
Totu unu raggiru
It’s all a deceit
Ei l’ischimus puru.
And we do know it.
Una vida intrea chircande
A lifetime seeking
Buttios de piachere.
Drops of pleasure.
Unu raggiru
A deceit
Chi nos faghimus
That we do to ourselves
‘ettande, ‘ettande.
Stuffing, stuffing
Ei l’ischimus chi faghent male…
And we know they are harmful…
Ma intr’a nois ‘ettamus
But we stuff ourselves with
Nues de piachere.
Clouds of pleasure.
Nues de piachere
Clouds of pleasure