Cando bisajos tuos fin in s’intragna ‘e Deus
When your ancestors were in the bosom of God1
dae mesu de sos rubos m’inde pesei reu.
from the midst of the brambles I rose up.
Bid’apo temporadas de ranzola e de nie
I saw hail and snow storms
e focu a mesudie in cussorzas fadadas.
and fire at midday on enchanted fields.
Cando bisajos tuos fin in s’intragna ‘e Deus…
When your ancestors were in the bosom of God…
In sos costazos mios dae sende pitzinnu
In my sides, since I was little,
b'at patimentu a rios e de dolu b'at sinnos.
there are sufferings galore and signs of grief.
Si su tempus li nochet a sa corzola mia
Even if time harms my bark,
su focu no mi cochet ne m’infritat biddia.
neither fire burns me nor frost freezes me.
Cando bisajos tuos fin in s’intragna ‘e Deus…
When your ancestors were in the bosom of God…