Still lu 'mbernu par s'addumura,
' u nu suli nt friddu pocu ccattìa, but
'u cielu is chiaru, or Puru' in Nature
by fimmina, oh woman celebrates cu tia.
FLAT friddu who you tag, 'to face you prick, who
pi tia' Mom, you 'Soru, spouse,
com' or 'nu suli of giallu raggiu reaches you
ra Nature' n omaggiu, lu mimosa flower.
passaru hundred years, 'the ddhu iornu luntanu
but even virità parunu pocu,
the tingìu lu who wont' mericanu
the blood of women, of deaths, focu.
But it 'hard cchiù focu ru and ra dead
cumbatti fear and not at all like you.
Yes, you 'ddivintasti cchiù still strong in Mali you
surfaces, cu' ills you torches. And
ments 'to Chisti, or NCI stannu Puru, who
Fimmina, p'iddhi the ovu rutundu
is deaf and who I fan' a strata sannu
who is 'in' old ru ncurciatura cchiù mundu.
And there is even the omu Tintu, who lose their heads and hands you
iaza pigghianduti to bbuci.
Beast, not omu, Pirch iddhu gets lost
who was cu ru mundu NCI iapriu the lights.
woman nta strata of the year ndi facist,
'ncurciasti spacers and Puru' to faddetta. Pu
mundu fireplaces or you head IATA
eu mundu, attend to, cchiù 'ssai respects you.
Pirc Puru today, one hundred years later, and who are
nta the other one hundred years to come, and it reminds
'party pi' is circustanza:
to tia woman ru mundu, happy birthday!
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