Tazenda "Non la giamedas Maria" lyrics

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Non la giamedas Maria

S'àndala 'e sa vidanos perdonet sos errores,atesu dae s'onore,innoramala naschida.

In manu 'e cussa cosanon b'at màrtire ne eroe,cun totu su candoreti’che juchet in sa losa.

S'Ave Maria de su duamizaa sa janna est iscudendee s'isperàntzia andendesubra a nois prus no bizat.

Cociarinos inrugadosin su ''tùcaru marrone'',umpare a tie che unu coglione,duos limones acabados.

Non la giamedas Maria,non la giamedas Joanna,est una pena prus manna,est in un'atera bia.

In lumen de su soledet essere una làstimapro su lustru 'e nostr'animasi non bochimus su male.

Nieddu che s'orroresu tempus nos ragiratma si acontzat sa mirapuru nois cherimus amore.

Non la giamedas Maria,non la giamedas Johanna,est una pena prus manna,est in un'atera bia.

In sa die de Nadalea tie faghes unu donu,tzertu non est indonuma prus de s'oro balet.

E como affundas in sa zentee non cantzelles su passadue si s'ammentu est abbunzaduchirches luche in su presente.

Non la giamedas Maria,non la giamedas Joanna,est una pena prus manna,est in un'atera bia.

E como affundas in sa zentee non cantzelles su passadue si s'ammentu est abbunzaduchirches luche in su presente.

In sa die de Nadalea tie faghes unu donu,tzertu non est indonuma prus de s'oro balet.

Biancu frocat su nie,gaia fiorit una rosa,est morzende cussa cosain custa gherra contr'a tie.

Non la giamedas Maria,non la giamedas Joanna,est una pena prus mannaest in un'atera bia.

Don’t call her Mary

May the path of lifeforgive our errors,far from the honourborn under ill omen.

In the hands of that thingthere isn’t any martyr or hero,in spite of its whitenessit leads you to the grave.

The dawn of the millennium1is knocking on the doorand the hope is leaving,it doesn’t watch over us anymore.

Teaspoons crossedin the “brown sugar”with you, like a dickhead,and two squeezed lemons.

Don’t call her Mary,don’t call her Jane2.it’s a greater pain,it’s in another way.

In the name of the sunit would be a pityfor the sake of our soulif we won’t kill the evil.

As black as the horror,the time cheats usbut if it adjusts its aimwe'll ask for love, too.

Don’t call her Mary,don’t call her Jane,it’s a greater pain,it’s in another way.

On Christmas Daywill you make a gift to yourself?of course it isn’t freebut is worth more than gold.

And now immerse yourself in the crowdand don’t delete your past,and if your memory is broken downlook for some light in the present.

Don’t call her Mary,don’t call her Jane,it’s a greater pain,it’s in another way.

And now immerse yourself in the crowdand don’t delete your past,and if your memory is broken downlook for some light in the present.

On Christmas Daywill you make a gift to yourself?of course it isn’t freebut is worth more than gold.

The snow is falling white,a rose is blooming brightly,that thing is dyingin this war against you.

Don’t call her Mary,don’t call her Jane,it’s a greater pain,it’s in another way.

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