Everything I hear seems to be about our crisis

Walls are encircling the land

Walls are encircling the land,

the land seized with greed and in haste,

if Heaven was on Earth,

they would grab it too.

Moderate your tyranny, Barons,

otherwise, I swear on my life:

I’ll bring you down from your horses!

War is now declared

against your superiority!

You have exhausted

the people’s patience.

A fierce 18th century Sardinian song by Melchiorre Murenu, translated by Remo Bodei, on Ayre, an album of multi-cultural songs and folk songs, arranged and/or composed by Osvaldo Golijov and sung (howled) by Dawn Upshaw.

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