Amara terra mia
Domenico Modugno| Versione inglese / English Version: Pezzimisti | |
| Ploe tal plan e sore la cueline, donje la plagne nò si viôt un cjan, mandi e mandi frutine, io 'o voj vie, patrie di claps e miserie, grame e biele. Vuê la me tjare al cjale l'ultin treno, un omp avilît salude la so spose, perdone, perdonimi amôr, scugne là vie, tjare di claps e miserie, grame e biele. Muse di piere e mans cence sperance, donjie la scune no' l'è plui il pari, mandi, mandi nuvice, scugne là vie, puarti tal cûr un ricuard, grot e sturnît. | MY BITTER LAND Sun in the valley, sun at the hill. For the campaigns there is no one left. Goodbye, goodbye love, I leave. My bitter land, bitter and beautiful. Infinite skies and faces like stone. Hardened hands now without hope. Goodbye, goodbye love, I leave. My bitter land, bitter and beautiful. Among the olive groves the moon has already been born. A baby cries, he feeds a thin breast. Goodbye, goodbye love, I leave. My bitter land, bitter and beautiful! |
