Translation of the song S'Istrumpa artist Tazenda

Unu saludu coriale a totu bois chi nos sezis iscurtende. So inoghe pro bos apparare sa cantone noa de sos Tazendas. Si narat S’istrumpa et est una manera noa de cantare sos istragos chi bi sun in sa vida, in Sardigna e in totue, dae Ollolai a su logu pius atesu de su mundu. Ca sa vida est un’istrumpa.

A cordial greeting to all of you who are listening to us. I am here to present to you the new song by the Tazenda. Its name is “S’Istrumpa”1 and it’s a new way to sing the trouble of life, that can exist both in Sardinia and everywhere, from Ollolai2 to the farthest place in the world. Because life is a struggle.

Tenidebos contu.

Take care.

Chintu a chintu contr'a tie,

Waist to waist against you,

chintu a chintu contr'a mie,

waist to waist against me,

falamus a terra,

let’s fall to the ground,

sa vida est un'istrumpa.

life is a struggle.

Chintu a chintu contr'a tie,

Waist to waist against you,

chintu a chintu contr'a mie,

waist to waist against me,

falamus a terra,

let’s fall to the ground,

sa vida est un'istrumpa.

life is a struggle.

E non torrat e no andat,

And it neither comes nor goes,

custa cosa no ‘essit e no intrat

this thing goes neither in nor out

e non furat e non donat,

and it neither steals nor gives

custa cosa no est mala e no est bona.

this thing is neither bad nor good.

E no artziat e non falat,

And it goes neither up nor down,

custa cosa no naschet e no morit mai.

this thing neither is born nor ever dies.

Chintu a chintu contr'a mie,

Waist to waist against you,

chintu a chintu contr'a tie,

waist to waist against me,

falamus a terra,

let’s fall to the ground,

sa vida est un'istrumpa.

life is a struggle.

E non tirat e non lassat,

And it neither tightens nor releases

custa cosa non cheret passare.

this thing doesn’t want to pass.

E non picat e non ponet

And it neither takes nor puts,

e non si cheret nemancu istudare.

it doesn’t even want to turn off.

Non cheret cumintzare,

It doesn’t want to start,

cust'istrumpa non cheret cumprire.

this struggle doesn’t even want to end.

Oinnonnoroi s'istrada...

Oinnonnoroi the road...

Chintu a chintu contr'a tie,

Waist to waist against you,

chintu a chintu contr'a mie,

waist to waist against me,

falamus a terra,

let’s fall to the ground,

sa vida est un'istrumpa.

life is a struggle.

E non pompat e no ispronat,

And it neither pumps nor spurs,

cust'istoria non cheret colare,

this history doesn’t want to pass.

e non curret e non bolat,

And it neither runs nor flies,

custa vida non cheret sonniare.

this life doesn’t want to dream.

Non cheret cumintzare,

It doesn’t want to start,

cust'istrumpa non cheret cumprire mai.

this struggle never wants to end.

Sa vida est un'istrumpa!

Life is a struggle!