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A Hundred Golden Guitars

Singing of a star in the heaven
Singing of a voice that decided it
Give my love to the light of the firmament
 
Singing of a timeless man
Singing of a joyless master
You know my soul better than anyone
 
Ah, we’ll dance
We’ll feel a joyful heart
Ah, we’ll hope
We’ll dream with God
 
You’ve been a friend of stones
And now that you’re a light, you can feel
The truth that our souls are looking for
 
I want to caress you from here
Now you can hear the music of the sun
Close your eyes, the moon is playing for you
 
Ah, we’ll sleep
We’ll dream with you
Ah, we’ll wake up
We’ll dance with God
Ah, we’ll hear in our hearts…
 
A hundred guitars are playing
The angels are laughing, dancing in a circle
 
Let me fly
 
Wind that bring peace
Help us to listen to the songs
 
Voices that sing memories
May be felt the presence you have left
 
I want to hear
 
Guitar chords that cross the time
That sparkle eternally
In the golden land, forever
 
Mates of a girlfriend that you have left
As a queen of the heaven, she went back to you
And a thousand memories went back to the house of peace
 
Ah, we’ll dance
We’ll feel a joyful heart
Ah, we’ll hope
We’ll dream with God
Ah, we’ll hear in our hearts…
 
A hundred guitars are playing
The angels are laughing, dancing in a circle
 
Let me fly
 
Wind that bring peace
Help us to listen to the songs
 
Voices that sing memories
May be felt the presence you have left
 
I want to hear
 
Guitar chords that cross the time
That sparkle eternally
In the golden land, forever
 
A hundred guitars are playing
The angels are laughing, dancing in a circle
 
Let me fly
 
Wind that bring peace
Help us to listen to the songs
 
Voices that sing memories
May be felt the presence you have left
 
I want to hear
 
Guitar chords that cross the time
That sparkle eternally
In the golden land, forever
 
Singing of a star in the heaven
 
Dancing in a circle
 
A hundred guitars are playing
 
Dancing in a circle
 
In the golden land, forever
 

The Art of Dreams

maybe it is right to throw everything to the wind
but you don't realize we're already losing
years of complicity and mistakes
that then committed together do not seem many
you understand fully how much it costs us
resist time and all its sins
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we will not want to be grown-ups
while whoever teaches us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that something great exists
and it can happen to us
if you want
 
now we're here and it's ending
we will return at the dawn of another time
and we, without courage, have swept away your cold sunset
in this sky of ours
that looked different
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we would not want to be grown-ups
while who will teach us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
and we'll have days to burn
fall in love until you laugh at all that has been
and we will have nights and dreams to hug each other
to embrace us again *
 
and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
Swear to me it won't be just our mistake
pretending to feel good while everything is moving
years will pass and we would not want to be grown-ups
while who will teach us love will be too careful
not to make mistakes and we will learn the art of dreams
to go back to believing
that there is something great
and it can happen to us
 
if then
and we will learn the art of dreams
 

My ex

I met my ex on the street
tonight, by chance
Thus we went to a cafe
and he offered me a drink
It's amazing how he remained
the usual crazy
with an innocent air
while I was calm outside
but I was shaking inside.
 
A wealth of many secrets
and old talks
made us look like two accomplices
funny and a little lost
He asked me about you
then he told me
that he has a woman now
whom he loves and likes
and that basically, among many problems,
he is a happy man.
 
You know, I don't know what it is
maybe a little jealousy
but I regret knowing he's happy
even without me.
 
You know, I don't know what it is
maybe a little jealousy
but I regret knowing he's happy
even without me.
 
It was strange though
to see him so closely
with those eyes I wanted
for my baby
He spoke and spoke and I laughed
and so for a moment
it almost seemed
that between us all the time
hadn't really passed.
 
Then, when I realized it,
I got scared
and so I suddenly left him
and I almost rushed away
and I ran the road
to ask you for help
to hold you close to me
and I say to myself:
'I love you, I love you, I love nobody else but you!'
 
You know, I don't know what it is
maybe too much imagination
but I regret knowing he's happy
even without me.
 
You know, I don't know what it is
maybe I think he 'was mine'
but I regret knowing he's living
even without me.
 

Sardinians

Tonight, mama,
I’ve heard famous men
Singing
In a chorus with God.
 
Give me back my life,
Great voice of the heaven.
Till my departure
May the pain be sweet to me.
 
Sardinians who bear their land in their hearts
Sardinian is their blood
Sardinians like rocks, fighting everywhere
Strong souls, just like you
 
Tonight, mama,
We’re all together.
Only one wish,
That of the Sardinians like you.
 
Sons of history
Sons of unity
We are the memory
We’re today, we’re tomorrow
 
Sardinians who bear their land in their hearts
Sardinian is their blood
Sardinians like rocks, fighting everywhere
Strong souls, just like you (x2)
 

What kind of Christmas is it?

How many roads around me
A thousand lights on you
I fell the energy of the people who
In their world are looking for themselves
 
I’m thinking of every idea that gives
A bit of Christmas to the child in me
Happy Christmas time
Oh Silent Night
Jingle Bells all the way, my boy
 
What kind of Christmas is it, if it snows
inside your soul, inside you?
It’s a Christmas that you can’t forget
If a music leads me to you
 
How many things you have
But you live in them and don’t see it
There is a perfume that
Brings you back to yourself
And so many people are looking for themselves
 
What kind of Christmas is it, if it snows
inside your soul, inside you?
It’s a Christmas that you can’t forget
If a music leads me to you
 
Happy Christmas time
Oh Silent Night
Jingle Bells all the way, my boy
 
What kind of Christmas is it, if it snows
inside your soul, inside you?
It’s a Christmas that you can’t forget
If a music leads me to you
 

Mama

When the mouflons run on the snow
squawking under the winter sun,
this world looks as tender as you
who are cradling my life.
 
Mama,
they say that the wind
carries the wails
of those who have gone,
so someone says.
Tell me, mama.
 
Mama,
they say that the moon
can turn our luck.
So, can I go up there
to turn it?
Tell me, mama.
 
Tell me, mama.
 
When the mouflons run on the snow
squawking under the winter sun,
this world looks as tender as you
who are cradling my life.
 
Mama,
they say that the light…
Why a hope of light
doesn’t descend here
to this side?
Tell me, mama.
 
Mama,
the enmity,
brother against brother,
will ever end?
Why are we like this?
Tell me, mama.
 
Tell me, mama.
 
When the mouflons run on the snow
squawking under the winter sun,
this world looks as tender as you
who are cradling my life.
 

Forgiveness

Forgive me, my God:
I confess, I have sinned.
Contrite and humiliated
I beg for mercy.
 
Eternal goodness,
sovereign clemency,
in Your presence
I abhor my guilt.
 
Humbly I rush to your feet,
a miserable sinner,
with sincere sorrow
and crying.
 
By speaking I blamed myself,
greatly I've offended You,
it’s a great burden for me,
my God.
 

The Dawn of April

All the valleys are illuminated by the dawn
And in every slope a bird is replying
To another with modulated notes
 
And in the dew, teardrops seem
To have fallen from the sky
Just to move the hard-hearted people
Who in vain contemplate any beauty
 
The last stars are vanishing
In the firmament as the sun
Is going to appear over the creeks
 
The bright water uses to whisper
And the most gentle breezes
Make the fresh leafy branches float
 
And in the dew, teardrops seem
To have fallen from the sky
Just to move the hard-hearted people
Who in vain contemplate any beauty
 
The last stars are vanishing
In the firmament as the sun
Is going to appear over the creeks
 
The bright water uses to whisper
And the most gentle breezes
Make the fresh branches float…
 

When You Are

Beauty and grace
clear light, beloved jewel
come here to me
dance, dance unrestrainedly
 
When you’re in my arms
when you’re in my arms
there are arcane enjoyments
with the waves of the rivers
and the music of the winds
with the waves of the rivers
there are arcane enjoyments
when you’re in my arms
when you’re in my arms
 
There are snowy dawns
there are snowy dawns
and sunny woods
and roses every day
when I hold you in my hands
and roses every day
and sunny woods
there are snowy dawns
there are snowy dawns
 
Beauty and grace
clear light, beloved jewel
come here to me
dance, dance unrestrainedly
 
They are beautiful gifts
they are beautiful gifts
those that you give me
with love and fortitude
to fly with good wings
with love and fortitude
those that you give me
are beautiful gifts
are beautiful gifts
 
I want nothing but you
I want nothing but you
in dances and at home
come here, olive eyes
come and dance, come now
come here, olive eyes
in dances and at home
I want nothing but you
I want nothing but you
 
Beauty and grace
clear light, beloved jewel
come here to me
dance, dance unrestrainedly
 
Beauty and grace
clear light, beloved jewel
come here to me
dance, dance unrestrainedly
 
Dance, dance unrestrainedly
 

Don't call me Mary

Since the son of my soul
has died harshly,
don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains,
don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains.
 
Call me the distressed one,
call me the sorrowful one,
the one loaded with griefs
and worn-out by pains,
 
for I’m losing the best life
because of the traitors.
Don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains,
don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains.
 
Don’t call me Mary
nor full of grace
but of pain and sorrow,
of torment and agony,
for I see my life
handed over to traitors.
 
Don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains,
don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains,
don’t call me Mary
but Mother of pains.
 

When Love Blossoms

I, with my voice,
with a serene heart and soul,
I’m singing with the joy
of someone who had a pleasant grace in his life,
because after so many years that I’ve been waiting for love,
I get to know the fruit and the flower.
 
My life, love is what shines in you…
My life, you’re each breath for me
and my heart sings like a bird
because I want to thank God a thousand times.
 
You’re the sun in the Orient,
which shines with love in the morning.
Of every hope you light up,
you turn the cold of winter into a spring.
I pray that this love be son of the good luck,
blessed in heaven by the Lord.
 
My life, love is what shines in you…
My life, you’re each breath for me
and my heart sings like a bird
because I want to thank God a thousand times [x2]
 

To the Mother of God

Tonight I want to sing,
I want to entrust a song to the wind,
To Mary, Holy Virgin,
Daughter of God and Mother of the Lord.
 
You who could suffer,
You who could love,
You who gave your life
To God, Father Omnipotent,
You, girl, to the angel
You opened your mind and your heart
And with love, you,
Full of holiness,
In the cave of Bethlehem
You’ve brought the light.
 
Pray for us, Holy Mother,
Today all in chorus we pray to you,
With the angels we sing glory to God
Because the King came down from the sky
For us, the sinners.
 
You who could suffer,
You who could love,
You who gave your life
To God, Father Omnipotent…
In the sky a bright star
Illuminated shepherds and kings
Who brought rich gifts of gold
For the Son of God, a child, heavenly treasure.
 
Pray for us, Holy Mother,
You, girl, to the angel
You opened your heart
And in the cave of Bethlehem
You’ve brought the light.
For us… for us… for us
 

I’m not Gallurese

As a child, I went
to Gallura to sing
and I can confirm
that I liked it right away.
 
With humility, to everybody
in this place I offered myself
as a woman and as a singer:
now I feel I'm yours too.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but in Gallurese I want to sing
to thank all the people
who come to listen to my voice.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but I’m in love with Gallura
for what all the people give me
in this place and for how they treat me.
 
In no time, I wouldn’t have believed,
the Gallurese have appreciated me:
for their kindness and pleasantness
these people have enchanted me.
 
I’m meeting everywhere
cheerful and hospitable people,
in each party, in each house
you all are singing my music.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but in Gallurese I want to sing
to thank all the people
who come to listen to my voice.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but I’m in love with Gallura
for what all the people give me
in this place and for how they treat me.
 
I’ve been coming here for so many years
and every time I’ve felt better and better,
I care a lot about this land
and I love it so much.
 
I do apologise
if I don’t sing well in Gallurese.
Just not to get the wrong accent and tone,
now you all sing with me:
 
I’m not Gallurese
but in Gallurese I want to sing
to thank all the people
who come to listen to my voice.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but I’m in love with Gallura
for what all the people give me
in this place and for how they treat me.
 
I’m not Gallurese
but in Gallurese I want to sing…
 

Bad Neighbour

The dog has bitten my neighbour,
he said that he’ll make me pay
because he thinks that I’ve incited it,
but how can he think so?
My dog did his duty.
 
It saw people coming into its house:
it’s my house, and so be it!
He said he was coming in to greet,
yeah, to say “good evening” at midnight.
But he was touching my lemons and oranges,
not certainly to say hello at such an hour!
 
Then it was he the malefactor,
that’s why all the fruit was missing:
he jumped over the low wall and got in.
You can think of your neighbour:
evil bird, the fox was you!
 
Hide your face in a corner,
ask, if you need something.
My dog doesn’t want anyone to touch
its master’s oranges and lemons.
Forgive it and shut your mouth,
that’s what is anywhere in the world.
 
Whoever touches what he shouldn’t touch
can only expect a hard way,
he can’t expect to have grace
when he takes possession of other people’s things.
Malefactor, with a low wall!
 
So the chicken-stealer fox has jumped:
hide your face in a corner,
ask, if you need anything,
be it lemon, orange or onion.
Forgive it and shut your mouth,
that’s what is anywhere in the world.
 
So it was he the malefactor,
that’s why all the fruit was missing:
he jumped over the low wall and got in.
You can think of your neighbour:
evil bird, you are the fox!
 
Hide your face in a corner,
ask, if you need something.
My dog doesn’t want anyone to touch
its master’s oranges and lemons.
Forgive it and shut your mouth,
that’s what is anywhere in the world.
 

The Dirge

I miss the sun, they have put it out
They’ve stopped your heart and your smile
I can no longer hear you leaving safe our home
Now you are endlessly sleeping, you, my brother
You were good and brave, my brother
You were handsome and prudent in the truth
Against the malicious hearts, the myrtle
And the scent of the highland have lost
Oh, the death has hit you this time
They’ve cut off the flower of our home
The tree of youth, the friendly and strong tree
In its shade I can no longer stay
The tree of youth, the friendly and strong tree
God broke it down
 

Voices of the Heart

An expanse of salt water all around
like a caring, loving mother,
the safest land for me
to embrace life.
 
The children you raised
giving them every chance,
sometimes they didn’t respect you
and offered you an incinerated moon.1
 
Bonfires dedicated to Saints
with a lot of wine and mirth,
voices that look like lullabies,
nougat and chestnuts for everybody.
 
You’re as warm as fire in the fireplace,
you’re green in the summertime,
time passes pleasantly
with sheep, cows and good wine in the vine.
 
Songs danced in circles,
winds that stir the sea,
kids who want to speak
the most beautiful language in the world.
 
Songs danced in circles,
winds that stir the sea,
kids who want to speak
the most beautiful language in the world
… danced in circles.
 

• 1. Meaning: dreams reduced to ashes, disappointments.

I'm alone

By the seashore, while the sun goes down,
I’m waiting for a request for love from you.
 
My beautiful love, I keep you inside my chest,
I keep you in my thoughts every day, constantly.
 
Oh oh oh – Oooh - Oh oh oh
 
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, mom isn’t here, I’m alone.
 
Oh oh oh – Oooh - Oh oh oh
 
Sighs of the earth in the moonlight,
the best dreams in the darkest night.
 
I’ll open to you on the sly, if you are happy:
we’ll lie down in two, we’ll get up in three.
 
Oh oh oh – Oooh - Oh oh oh
 
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, mom isn’t here... (x2)
 
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, mom isn’t here, I’m alone. (2)
 
With your warm breath on the side of my room
came see me and I’ll make you happy.
 
Beautiful is the flame that’s vivifying,
only your breath is what I like at any time.
 
Be the future time always serene,
I soar light in the air in your company.
 
I also thank God because he created love,
I’d have always been alone if I hadn’t meet you.
 
Ooohiii
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
 
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, mom isn’t here... (x2)
 
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, my darling, that I’m alone.
Come see me that I’m alone,
run, mom isn’t here, I’m alone. (2)
 

The hand of God

It’s written in the heart,
in the blood of each people:
from dust, from gold
a big prayer rises.
 
In every part of the world,
even where there seems to be nothing,
a hope is stronger,
a light comes on in the heart.
 
When the soul is alone
on paths of sadness,
the time that passes
is the hand of God.
 
When it seems to be over
and your spirit runs away
you will see that life
will come back inside you
and you will be born anew.
 
How many skies you’ve seen,
how many paths inside you,
how many anxieties of others
without knowing why, for whom.
 
We are all searching
and we want more and more
without wanting to understand
that we all need ourselves.
 
When the soul is alone
on paths of sadness,
the time that passes
is the hand of God.
 
When it seems to be over
and your spirit runs away
you will see that life
will come back inside you
and you will be born anew.
 

You'll Become My Fan

Hey, where are u going so rushed, hum?
I've never seen you, but I know
You must be that guy
That I've dreamed about
Don't say to me
That you didn't see me
When I looked to you
You smiled
You must even imagined
What I imagined, I guess
 
Don't be afraid of me
But I'm saying to you
When I want something I get it
And I want you
 
In the way I explain
How you'll become my fan
 

Love

Come here, give me your hand, poor wretch,
you are worthy of my love.
Fighting amid a sea of anguish
you has deserved this virgin heart.
 
How many times you was delirious for me,
dreaming of that pure Maria
who is here now, saying: “Push away
your sorrow, you are loved by her”.
 
I am the one you loves, dear flower,
who leaves the garden, smiling,
to make of you my owner.
I am the one you loves, dear flower.
 
So come here, don’t live worried
nor having just a love dream,
lay down your head on my loving bosom
So come here, don’t live worried.
 
I am the one you loves, dear flower,
who leaves the garden, smiling,
to make of you my owner.
I am the one you loves, dear flower.