Coros [English translation]

My sweet flower,

You who are born every day

From the lips of the sun,

Are only, always you

The one who flies with me.

Another world, make it fall

My breath turns into wind

Of the skies

A pang in my heart

Tell me, when?

There are over a hundred choirs

In the land of the Sardinians

And you are the print of God,

Queen of memories.

It’s now the time, my brother,

Oh, my golden jewel

And never turn your back on God

Because the treasure is you.

You look like a cloud,

Like the Mount Limbara snow-filled.

Another world, make it fall

My breath turns into wind

Of the skies

A pang in my heart

Now I feel it.

There are over a hundred choirs

In the land of the Sardinians

And you are the print of God,

Queen of memories.

It’s now the time, my brother,

Oh, my golden jewel

And never turn your back on God

Because the treasure is you.

… in the land of the Sardinians

… queen of memories

It’s now the time, my brother,

Oh, my golden jewel

And never turn your back on God

Because the treasure is you.