| Originale | English Translation by Riccardo Venturi
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| AREMU RINDINEDDHA | WHO KNOWS, MY LITTLE SWALLOW |
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| Aremu rindineddha-mu | Who knows, my little swallow, |
| a putte ‘stei pu’stazzi, | Where you are coming from |
| pea tàlassa se guaddhi | What's the sea you've passed through over |
| me to kalò ccerò. | With this weather so fine. |
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| Aspro vastà to petto, | White you got your breast, |
| mavre vastà tes ale, | Black you got your wings, |
| stavrì kulor de mare | Sea-colored you got your back |
| ce i kuta is dio anittì. | And your tail split in two. |
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| Kasimmeno ambrò ‘si tàlassa, | Sitting next to the seashore |
| ivò se kanonò, | I am looking at you, |
| lio askònnese, lio kaléi | Now you soar up, now you fly down, |
| lio nghizzi to nerò. | Now you skim over the sea. |
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| Aremu pea paìssia | Who knows what lands, |
| peu topu echi diavemmena, | What places you've flown through, |
| pu en’echi ghenomena | Where you have built |
| ti foddea isù. | Your nest. |
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| An ‘ssera ti diaviche | Had I known you were passing |
| apu ciartea ‘ssema, | Next to my land in your flying, |
| ka possa pràmata ‘sena | How many things |
| su rrotò-nna mu pì. | I'd ask you to tell to me. |
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| Ma ‘su tipoti mu ‘léi | But you don't tell me anything |
| iai posso se rrotò, | Whatever I may ask you, |
| lio askònnese, lio kaléi, | Now you soar up, now you fly down, |
| lio nghizzi to nerò. | Now you skim over the sea. |
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| Sa rrotò-nna ‘tti mana-mu | I'd ask you about my mother |
| pu é tosso agapimmeni, | Who is so much beloved, |
| pu echi tosso ka me meni | Who's waiting since long time |
| na staso na me dì. | For my return to see me. |
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| Sa rrotò-nna ‘tto ciuri-mu | I'd ask you about my father |
| azze òli tin ghietonià, | And all the neighborhood, |
| an iche tin omilià | If you could speak |
| possa iche na mu pì. | How many things you'd tell to me. |
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| Ma ‘su tipoti mu ‘léi | But you don't tell me anything |
| iai posso se rrotò, | Whatever I may ask you, |
| lio askònnese, lio kaléi, | Now you soar up, now you fly down, |
| lio ‘nghizzi to nerò. | Now you skim over the sea. |
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| Puna chàsune i studi | May all studying be damned |
| Me ola ta kartià, | And all the books too, |
| mu màvrise to spiti | My home fell into darkness, |
| ce puru ti kardià. | And so did my heart. |
