Chi su bentu pòrtat atesu
that the wind takes far away,
ch’ìntrat in dònnia domu
that enters every home
comenti su sonu
like the sound
de sa cresiedda mia;
of my little church;
comenti su spìritu
like a spirit
sentz'e cunsolu e gosu.
with no solace or joy.
sempri piedosa e arcana,
that is always merciful and arcane,
peus de su trumentu
worse than the torment
de s’ànima in pena,
of a restless soul,
mellus de sa carìtzia
better than the caress
Una boxi delitziosa
A voice as delightful
comenti su sonnu
as the sleep
in su corpus cansau.
in a tired body.
Sa boxi de sa domu mia!
The voice of my home!
E torra tui,
And come back, you,
o boxi cara, o boxi santa,
dear voice, holy voice,
a sa domu nosta
to our home
po biviri impari
so that we can live again, together,
de su tempus passau.
of the past.