Rosapaeda - Ta Travudia (English translation)
My love was little and she is grown,
I woke her with my songs,
Now these farmers have come
To drive her far from me.
They are wrong if they believe
I don't think about it,
But their answers are already prepared.
Today I'm going to see the King
To see what he thinks:
Is it right that I lose the the fruit of my work
And that another benefit from that fruit?
And if I win my cause, my arm will send
All these people to Hell.
It burns me but I must measure my words
And all they said about me.
Lightning must fall in Paradise
And burn them all.
Then they will see what this arm is worth
When the sky falls on their head.