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2023 ISPANTU PRODUTZIONES & FALCE PRESS

Music by : KRE'U
BRUSIORE (Ignazio Cuga) - Vocals - Guitars - Bass - Mandolin - Lyrics
S'INDZINNERI (Filippo Mereu) - Sound Design
SU BRIGADORE (Nicola Piras) - Drums

Video Credits
Camera: Francesco Noli
Video Editing: Ignazio Cuga

A SOS ANTIGOS
Camminànd' ìn cùstas bàddes de pràntu,
sos pà^os gùttios de Tranquìllidàde
sùn pà^os attimòs de Soledàde
ìn cùstu Bùscu ammantàu de incàntu,

su Mùndu antìgu naturàle, tòttu ^àntu,
si trasfigùrad ìn sa sùa maestàde,
Eli^és mànnas ^ì non còntan prùs s'edàde,
^òntan istòrias de Témpos de Ispàntu.

Bàdian ìn àrtu, Orròccas possèntes
^ì èssin imménsas dàe su terrénu,
Pàre ké ^érdzana cassàre su trònu
e dòndzia Témpus las àd Bìdas preséntes.
ìn ìve su prùs fiéru ^ùmandànte
és' s'Istòre ^àndo s'àrziad ìn bòlu,
po ^òmpudàre, arcànu, su Mistériu
de un' isfòrtzu etérnu, onnipoténte.

E sos Istèddos lu^éntes ^é diamàntes,
tòtt' ispàinaos ìn cùstu ^élu primordiàle,
dàe ^àndo s'òmine fhùd gàlu un'animàle
Issos sùn sèmper dàe ^ùe osserbànde

S'Imménsidàde si sìghid a espànder,
Mannàrias fòras de dògna carculàre,
tzùrpos sos Òmines ìn cùsta Vastidàde,
no làs distìnghen prùs sas ^òsas importàntes,
k'àn pérdiu dògna Sentìdu sacràle
e àna se^àu su jùraméntu ^ùn su Mùndu,
l'àn tràmudàu ìn lòu pudìu e immùndu,
l'àna ghettàu ùnu belénu artifitziàle,

gòi, distraìdos de tànti oscenidàde,
no sìnd abbìdzana de su ^ì b'est ìn fhùndu
e dzài cammìnana, ma a pàssu 'e muribùndu,
càr'a a su trémene de s'òra fatàle.

Cre^òs Antìgos, a bòis sì m'issurtàdes,
bois prédas sàcras, bòis àstros brillàntes,
fòrtes Nurà^es, ripàru 'e latitàntes,
^ì no's'inténdene pàrte 'e su presénte,

vulgaridàde non de bòlen bìer né inténdere,
ést po ^ùstu ^ì abbàrran distàntes,
dadzéli fòrtzas ^é a bòis Dzigàntes,
gherrànde ^òntras nòvas barbaridàdes.
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ENGLISH:
TO THE ANCIENTS
Walking through these valleys of tears,
the few drops of tranquility,
are a few moments of solitude
in this wood covered in enchantment.

The ancient Natural world, all of it,
is transfigured in his majesty,
enormous Holm Oaks that no longer count the age,
they tell stories of times of amazement.

Are looking up the mighty rocks,
that emerge immense from the ground,
It seems they want to catch the thunder
and every time has seen them present.
Over there, the proudest commander,
it's the Goshawk when it raises in flight,
to observe, arcane, the mystery
of an eternal, omnipotent effort!

And the stars shining like diamonds
all scattered in this primordial sky,
since man was still an animal,
they are always watching from above.

The immensity continues to expand,
quantities beyond any calculation,
blind, the Men in this vastness,
they no longer distinguish the important things.
They have lost all sense of the sacred
and broke the oath with the world,
they turned it into a putrid and filthy place,
they threw him an artificial poison,

so, distracted by so much obscenity,
they do not notice who/what is nearby
and they walk, but with the step of a dying man
towards the precipice of the fatal hour.

Ancient oaks, if you listen to me,
you sacred stones, you luminous stars,
strong Nuraghes, shelter for fugitives,
who do not feel part of the present,

they do not want to see or hear other vulgarity,
that's why they stay away.
Give him strength like you, o Giants,
fighting against new barbarities!