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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 rests 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.