A s'iscuru Compare
In the dark, the Buddy1
mi’che ‘ortat in boe,
turns me into an ox,
borro che i‘su mare
I roar like the sea,
e gherro a malu proe.
I fight for evil purposes.
Muilende in carrela
When I bellow on the street
sas fèminas si tremen
the women tremble,
grogas che i’sa tela:
pale like linen:
Malaitu su sèmene!
“Damn the seed!”
Cando arveschet die
At daybreak
so unu cristianu
I am a Christian,2
siat chi fetat nie
whether it snows
o sole a su manzanu.
or it’s sunny in the morning.
Ma cando torro a Cuddu
But when I return to That One 1
sos balentes si tremen,
the brave men tremble,
sa pedde a tuddu-tuddu:
they get gooseflesh:
Malaitu su sèmene!
“Damn the seed!”
No m'ammento ne tempus e ne logu
I don’t remember any time or place
cando intro cun dimònios in giogu.
When I get into play with devils.