So pensende a sos ojos chi
I’m thinking about the eyes that,
A su Chelu mirende
looking up to heaven,
Cun lagrimas pro unu biculu ‘e pane
are pleading to God,
A Deu sun preghende
weeping, for a morsel of bread;
Sas criaturas chi chene peccadu
about the sinless children
Sun patinde sididas
who are suffering thirsty
E si domandan: ”ube appo mancadu
and ask themselves: “what did I wrong
Pro tenner custa vida”!
to have such a life?”;
Sos Anghelos chi 'olan in s’aera
about angels that fly in the sky
Pro torrare sa fide e s’ispera
to bring back faith and hope,
E sa natura chi s’est imboltada
and about nature that has revolted,
Potente, 'uriosa
mighty, furious,
Contra a s’omine chi l’at ingravada
against the men who injured it
Cun fertas piedosas
with pitiful wounds.
Ma sos Anghelos poden mudare
But angels can turn
Un’istajone fritta
a cold season
In d’una die de sole caente,
into a warm sunny day,
Sa pius beneita...
the most blessed day…
Anghelos chi sezis in s’aera
Angels who are in the sky,
Isparghide sas alas
stretch out your wings
Pro 'nde ogare sas annadas malas
to chase away bad years
E torrare un’ispera
and give back hope,
E bolades inue b’at dolore
and fly to where there is pain
E torrades s’ispera e s’amore
and give back hope and love.
Ma sos Anghelos poden mudare
But angels can turn
Un’istajone fritta
a cold season
In d’una die de sole caente,
into a warm sunny day,
Sa pius beneita…
the most blessed day…