Translation of the song Abacada artist Andrea Parodi
Abacada
Quiet
Ah! Durche abacada
Ah! The sweet quiet
de custa furriada!
Of this turning point!
Dae s’artziada ogros 'e voes
From the ascent, ox eyes
lampan ispantados colores.
Are launching astonished colors.
Naran, naran
It’s said, it’s said
chi sos voes no pasan mai.
That oxen never rest.
Artziada 'e su chelu,
Ascent to the sky,
s'ànima est s'aera,
The soul is air,
ae furistera chi bolat in totue
A foreign bird that flies everywhere,
lepiande totus sos alenos.
Easing all the breaths.
Naran, naran
It’s said, it’s said
s'ànima no pasat mai.
That the soul never rests.
Ah! Supra 'e su mundu
Ah! Over the world
unu discu tundu:
A round disk:
intra 'e su punzu lughet sa die.
The day shines in the fist,
Andende so inue essit su sole.
I’m going to where the sun rises.
Naran, naran
It’s said, it’s said
su sole no pasat mai.
That the sun never rests.
Ah! Durche abacada
Ah! The sweet quiet
de custa furriada!
Of this turning point!
Dae s’artziada ogros 'e voes
From the ascent, ox eyes
lampan ispantados colores.
Are launching astonished colors.
Naran, naran
It’s said, it’s said
chi sos voes no pasan mai.
That oxen never rest.
Naran, naran
It’s said, it’s said
s'ànima no pasat mai.
That the soul never rests.