Translation of the song Non la giamedas Maria artist Tazenda
Non la giamedas Maria
Don’t call her Mary
S'àndala 'e sa vida
May the path of life
nos perdonet sos errores,
forgive our errors,
atesu dae s'onore,
far from the honour
innoramala naschida.
born under ill omen.
In manu 'e cussa cosa
In the hands of that thing
non b'at màrtire ne eroe,
there isn’t any martyr or hero,
cun totu su candore
in spite of its whiteness
ti’che juchet in sa losa.
it leads you to the grave.
S'Ave Maria de su duamiza
The dawn of the millennium1
a sa janna est iscudende
is knocking on the door
e s'isperàntzia andende
and the hope is leaving,
subra a nois prus no bizat.
it doesn’t watch over us anymore.
Cociarinos inrugados
Teaspoons crossed
in su ''tùcaru marrone'',
in the “brown sugar”
umpare a tie che unu coglione,
with you, like a dickhead,
duos limones acabados.
and two squeezed lemons.
Non la giamedas Maria,
Don’t call her Mary,
non la giamedas Joanna,
don’t call her Jane2.
est una pena prus manna,
it’s a greater pain,
est in un'atera bia.
it’s in another way.
In lumen de su sole
In the name of the sun
det essere una làstima
it would be a pity
pro su lustru 'e nostr'anima
for the sake of our soul
si non bochimus su male.
if we won’t kill the evil.
Nieddu che s'orrore
As black as the horror,
su tempus nos ragirat
the time cheats us
ma si acontzat sa mira
but if it adjusts its aim
puru nois cherimus amore.
we'll ask for love, too.
Non la giamedas Maria,
Don’t call her Mary,
non la giamedas Johanna,
don’t call her Jane,
est una pena prus manna,
it’s a greater pain,
est in un'atera bia.
it’s in another way.
In sa die de Nadale
On Christmas Day
a tie faghes unu donu,
will you make a gift to yourself?
tzertu non est indonu
of course it isn’t free
ma prus de s'oro balet.
but is worth more than gold.
E como affundas in sa zente
And now immerse yourself in the crowd
e non cantzelles su passadu
and don’t delete your past,
e si s'ammentu est abbunzadu
and if your memory is broken down
chirches luche in su presente.
look for some light in the present.
Non la giamedas Maria,
Don’t call her Mary,
non la giamedas Joanna,
don’t call her Jane,
est una pena prus manna,
it’s a greater pain,
est in un'atera bia.
it’s in another way.
E como affundas in sa zente
And now immerse yourself in the crowd
e non cantzelles su passadu
and don’t delete your past,
e si s'ammentu est abbunzadu
and if your memory is broken down
chirches luche in su presente.
look for some light in the present.
In sa die de Nadale
On Christmas Day
a tie faghes unu donu,
will you make a gift to yourself?
tzertu non est indonu
of course it isn’t free
ma prus de s'oro balet.
but is worth more than gold.
Biancu frocat su nie,
The snow is falling white,
gaia fiorit una rosa,
a rose is blooming brightly,
est morzende cussa cosa
that thing is dying
in custa gherra contr'a tie.
in this war against you.
Non la giamedas Maria,
Don’t call her Mary,
non la giamedas Joanna,
don’t call her Jane,
est una pena prus manna
it’s a greater pain,
est in un'atera bia.
it’s in another way.