Sun torrados a nàschere
Baby mouflons1
sos anzones de murva
are born again
e paret su 'eranu carignadu
and the spring seems to be caressed
dae sole e chelos jaros
by sun and clear skies,
chena mancu s'umbra 'e nues nieddas
with not even a shade of dark clouds
chi bisestran sirbones in abrile.
that can spoil wild boars in April.
Sun torrados a nàschere
Baby mouflons
sos anzones de murva,
are born again,
sun medas e sun bellos
they’re many and are beautiful
cun su pilu castanzu
with their brown fur
chi paret un'istèrrida 'e altare
that looks like an altar cloth
pro meledare missas a s'ispera.
to dedicate masses to hope.
Unu murone no tenet sonazos
A mouflon has no neck bell,
ammentatilu, e mancu sonagiolos
remember, and not even rattles,
ca sos murones andan semper solos
because mouflons always walk alone
e mai poden l'intender a atamazos.
and can never be heard making noise.
Sun torrados a nàschere
Baby mouflons
sos anzones de murva,
are born again,
sun in su coro 'e sa terra nadia
they’re in the heart of their native land
ue fiorin sas ervas arestes.
where wild grasses bloom.
Anzones melineddos,
Little sorrel mouflons,
chi no bos bidat s'àbbila madura.
let not the big eagle see you.