Torrandi – Elena Ledda, testo in inglese


, , 2018

The evil storm comes
bringing dust and flames
leaving embers and ashes
despair and sadness

In these sleeping lands
hopes are dying
in your wrinkles you hide
pains, wounds and fears

Come, come back, Father,
to these ancient stones
to these beloved clumps
come, come back to fight

Tell me if you can
forgive offenses
restoring these lands
with honour, peace and beauty

Come and dance, you too,
the dance of tormented folks,
we will never turn tired, with you,
come, come back to dance.