Pitzinna istes in domo
Little girl, stay at home
fintzas a sas batoro,
Until four o'clock
in fora b'est sa Mama 'e su sole.
Outside there's the Mother of the sun
A chent'ottanta grados,
At one hundred eighty degrees
ruju che una cariasa,
As red as a cherry
ti poden salvare solu sos chercos.
Only the oak trees can save you
Andamus a dromire,
Let’s go to sleep
amus a iscurtare
We’ll listen to
chigulas chertende in mesu a unu melu,
Cicadas fighting on an apple tree
su coro 'e Limbara chi alenat in su chelu.
The heart of Mount Limbara breathing in the sky
Iscur'a tie, iscur'a chie
Poor you, poor those who
non creet in sa Mama 'e su sole.
Don’t believe in the Mother of the sun
A mesudie, beranu e istiu,
At noonday, in spring and summer
in fora b'est sa Mama 'e su sole.
Outside there's the Mother of the sun
Pitzinnu istes in domo
Little boy, stay at home
e tanca sas ventanas,
And close the windows
in fora b'est sa Mama 'e sa luna.
Outside there's the Mother of the moon
A chent'ottanta grados
At one hundred eighty degrees
gialla che unu limone,
As yellow as a lemon
ti poden salvare solu “sos ferros”.
Only weapons can save you
Andamus a dromire,
Let’s go to sleep
amus a sonniare
We’ll dream of
un'àteru tempus, un'àtera vida
Another time, another life
cand'onzi pitzinnu, unu pitzinnu, fit.
When each child was a child
Iscur'a tie, iscur'a chie
Poor you, poor those who
non creet in sa Mama 'e su sole.
Don’t believe in the Mother of the sun
Iscur'a tie, iscur'a chie
Poor you, poor those who
non creet in sa Mama 'e su sole.
Don’t believe in the Mother of the sun