Bleak, exiled and forgotten
Ejected from the existence
I refuse to believe all these beliefs
I reject all these ideologies
Erased and replaced by the invaders
Forgotten, his spirit rest below these stones.
Abused more than once in the name of progress,
I can feel you cry, dear motherland
Dear Barbagia, your shadows are still alive
In every stone and tree of yours
Golden memories of archaic ages,
Golden memories of honour and glory.