Caminende canos
Walking, white
In sa pastura 'e Deus
In the pasture of God.
Artziende lentos
Climbing slowly
In su monte 'e su tempus
In the mountain of time.
Durche coro meu
My sweet heart.
Bella sa die
Beautiful the day
Cando tue as a torrare
When you’ll be back,
Bellu at a èssere
Beautiful will be
Morighende lentos
Stirring slowly
In sa memòria mea
In my memory.
Durche coro meu
My sweet heart.
Bella sa die
Beautiful the day
Cando tue as a torrare
When you’ll be back,
Bellu at a èssere
Beautiful will be
Su 'entu chi brujat s'iberru
The wind that burns the winter
Caminende canos
Walking, white
In sa pastura 'e Deus
In the pasture of God.
Durche coro meu
My sweet heart.
Bella sa die
Beautiful the day
Cando tue as a torrare
When you’ll be back,
Bellu at a èssere
Beautiful will be
Durche coro meu
My sweet heart.