Dolasila dan l scumbat de Prelongià
Mi furnimënt striunày
ie sën fosch sciche la nuet,
duc i seniei manacia desdita
y sul cunfin auden l var
pesoch de jëntes salveres,
fuesc sula pizes di crëps
cunedësc inò la viera…
Se’ bele ciun che sarà mi destin,
sën che l rë nes à tradì
y l rëni ie cundanà ala revina,
cumbater contra mile nemisc
nchin che sverd jù l mond ntier,
nchin che l crëp ie giara,
i ruves secei ora!
Dolasila before the battle of Pralongià
My magic clothes
are now as black as the night,
all signs mean death
and on the borders you can hear
the heavy tread of wild people,
fires on the mountain-peaks
announce war again…
I already know my destiny,
as our king has betrayed us
and the reign is condemned to perish,
I’ll have to fight against thousands of enemies,
till the whole earth burns down,
till the rocks are gravel,
the rivers all dried out!
