Chelu Nieddu [English translation]

When the black eagle

flies away fast

the fear arises,

even the reeds are scared.

In the dwelling of the goshawk

now the air is hot,

and it has a shudder:

springtime is passing!

This dark and evil sky,

mysterious, menacing,

does God hold its key?

Let’s open these flames and cry out:

may justice fall like a steel blade

without hurting

but clearing up this dark sky!

Four mothers in mourning

don’t feel the heat

of a summer torn up

by the assault of fire.

Now it’s drizzling,

the pines seem to cry

and the autumn is thinking

where to lay its chestnuts.

This dark and evil sky,

mysterious, menacing,

does God hold its key?

Let’s open these flames and cry out:

may justice fall as a steel blade

without hurting

but clearing up this dark sky!

Without hurting

but clearing up this dark sky!