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.