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Original lyrics
Pesa
Deo so una este pro a tie,
Pone sa pedde tua supra sa mia.
Cantu b'inde cheret piantu
Làgrimas de oro non ti faghen re.
Mere de 'onzi piaghere
Est sa meighina chi sanat a tie.
Beni in cust'amore pro una notte ebbia.
Mira in custos ojos su destinu tou.
Semus sa zente chi andat
E chena si pasare mai
Craos de bentu craitau
Supra su passu tou.
Beni in cust'amore pro una notte ebbia.
Mira in custos ojos su destinu tou.
Fizos de Ispagna sas intragnas chi suent s'aria ‘e su Magreb
Pedulianas pius galanas de janas in sa jaga tua.
Pesa una oghe pro a mie
Move su passu tou supra su meu.
Canta, sos fiancos pintan
Sonos e colores
In manos e in pees.
Tuddas chi non codiant nudda
Curren a s'infrenu sos sentidos mios.
Pesa e non ti firmes coro meu, inte'!
Sona ca custu tempus chi non colet pius
Ca su disizu est fizu
E naschit dae sas laras tuas
E nois semus su sonu galanu
Meres de sa mùsica.
Supra sos carros lentolos
Nuscos de s'Asturias
Chin sos pilos pintados
D'henné e ojos de s'Africa
Fizos de Ispagna sas intragnas chi suent aria ‘e su Magreb
Pedulianas pius galanas de janas in sa jaga tua.
Benit sa note in su nieddu
S'isteddu lughet che a nois
Tènemi in manu, est luegu
Manzanu e s'amore fuet.
Submitted by 
mreza.sameti on 2018-04-24
mreza.sameti on 2018-04-24Last edited by 
Hampsicora on 2019-09-01
Hampsicora on 2019-09-01Translation
Raise
I am a dress for you,
Put your skin on mine.
How much crying you need!
Golden tears don’t make you a king.
Being master of every pleasure
Is the medicine that heals you.
Come into this love just for one night.
Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.
We are those who walk
And never rest,
Nails of a wind nailed
On your step.
Come into this love just for one night.
Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.
Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.
Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.
Raise a song for me,
Move your step on mine.
Sing, your hips are painting
Sounds and colours
With your hands and feet.
Thrills that don’t miss anything,
My senses are running unbridled.
Raise, my heart, and don’t stop, hey!
Play music, because this time never passes.
Because the desire is son,
It arises from your lips
And we are the gorgeous sound,
Masters of music.
On the wagons there are sheets,
Smells of Asturias,
Hairs dyed with henna
And African eyes.
Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.
Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.
The night comes in the darkness
The star is shining like us
Hold me in your hand, it will soon be
Morning and love will run away.
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Submitted by Hampsicora on 2018-05-26
Hampsicora on 2018-05-26Last edited by Hampsicora on 2022-12-14
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Elena Ledda: Top 3
| 1. | Pesa |
| 2. | Amargura |
| 3. | Sett' ispadas de dolore |
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