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Forefingers Up! – A new Balentia’s joint

Festival 2014
FFU copia 2

Alessio, Andrea, Carlo, Allessandro and Andrea will rock the Oldenburg stage. With their explosive mix of rap, funk, soul and black American music it’s a distinctive act. Forefingers Up! – A new Balentia’s joint started only a year ago, but already performed on several international festivals for minority languages. For Liet International this Sardinian contestant combines the Sardinian language with Italian.

Sa luxi ‘e su soli

Sa luxi ‘e su soli m’intzrùpat bessend’a foras,
tui mi dimandas cumenti fiat, castiendimi’ du sceras
du portu iscritu me in prumonis, ancora circu is arrexonis,
(fiat po) fàmini, poita timia is presonis.
In cussus tempus fiat biri dinai in busçaca po nci essì,
is atrus in su sartu de menjanu kitzi finsas a meri’,
‘onnya dì, pariat spantu, su tenni duus francus, is meris puru, no est ki tenèssinti miliardus.
Sa genti nd’apròbiat de ‘onnya parti a tipu musca candu s’intendi fragu malu,
si scit sa fortuna est lestra a si nc’andai in d-unu atru bixinau, scedau
ma ge du bis a solu de cussu tiàulu ‘e fortuna it’est abarrau,

torrendi a palas cun is arregordus,
pensendi a-i cussus tempus, serrendi is ogus,
is jogus po nosu fìanta pagus, fiat vida leja
cercando alla rinfusa tra i ricordi, la mente viaggia

Cussu ca si podiat fai, gherrai po pappai,
cettai po su pani tottus impari, nudda abarrat gualis, ci podis contai,
candu unu gherrat mali cun su fradi sceti po su fammini,
no parit, ascurta-mi, imoi serra is ogus
sceras is fèminas, de atesu podis intendi is prantus
a s’acabad”e su traballu, candu bidiaus sa luxi,
ndi pesaiaus a bellu de s’inferru:
po nosu fiat a circai sa luxi de sa vida aboi no du esti
po kini s’abètat in foras, fiat sceti disprexeri
ma tui mellus de mei du scis, est sa lei
e no d’arrimas cun d-una cravada ‘e pei.

torrendi a palas cun is arregordus,
pensendi a-i cussus tempus, serrendi is ogus,
is jogus po nosu fìanta pagus, fiat vida leja
cercando alla rinfusa tra i ricordi, la mente viaggia

Sa genti fait impressi a si scaresci de su ki est jai andau,
ma sceti nosu podeus cumprendi su ki s’est tocau,
poita s’òmini nascis scrau
e scrau abàrrat poita ca aici est sinnau ca aici est marcau! Su ki s’est abarrau, du scis est pagu po su ki eus donau
Prumonis e prantus de candu eus cumentzau nau

Ca pagu beni podit cumprendi ki no eis mai acabau
Ki no du est mai stètiu asut”e terra, no scit ita at nau
Ti nau sunfrì, ma du scis it’ia a nai,
ti nau trintaxinc’annus, e no mi d’ap’a scaresci mai,
bai cirkendi is arregordus me in is atrus logu, serrendi is ogus, orus orus de custus pagus jogus…
Po kini at biu, po kini no est prus biu,
ti contu totu cantu de su logu, e deu ndi sciu tziu,
arrisu pagu, a unu fogu! No est stètiu unu jogu
ancora s’aregordu du portu fissau me in s’ogu

torrendi a palas cun is arregordus,
pensendi a-i cussus tempus, serrendi is ogus,
is jogus po nosu fìanta pagus, fiat vida leja
cercando alla rinfusa tra i ricordi, la mente viaggia

The sunlight is blinding me

The sunlight is blinding me coming out,
you ask me how it was, looking me you make out
I have written in the lungs, I’m still looking for the reasons,
It was for hunger, because I I was afraid of prison.
In those days I had money in my pocket to get out,
the others in the lands from early morning until evening,
every day seemed to surprise, to have some money, even the masters, they hadn’t billions.
People approached from all sides as the flies when they hear bad smell,
It’s known that luck goes away soon to another place, wretched you can see what is left of that fortune,

coming back with memories,
thinking at those times, closing my eyes,
for us the fun was little, it was a bad life,
looking bulk of memories, the mind travels

what could be done, fight for food,
fighting for the bread all together, nothing stays the same, you can believe it,
when somebody fights against her brother it’s just for hunger,
doesn’t seem, listen to me and close you eyes,
you see the women, from afar you can hear the crying,
at the end of the working day, when we saw the light,
when we ride up from hell:
For us it was to looking for the light of the life where there isn’t,
for these that wait us outside, it was grief,
but you know better than me, it’s the law
and you can’t send it away with a kick

coming back with memories,
thinking at those times, closing my eyes,
for us the fun was little, it was a bad life,
looking bulk of memories, the mind travels

People soon forget what’s happened,
but just we can understand what what happened to us,
becausu the man is born slave
and remains a slave because it’s written, it’s marked.
What we are left, you know that is a little than what we gave,
Lungs, tears from when we started,
I say that nobody can understand if has never gone down,
has never gone down under the ground, doesn’t know what I’m saying,
I say to suffer, you know what I mean,
I say thirty-five years and I can never forget it,
looking for memories in other places, closing my eyes, away from these poor games
This is for for those who have seen, for those who died,
I tell you about that place, I know enough,
no smile, It wasn’t a game,
I still remember in the eye

coming back with memories,
thinking at those times, closing my eyes,
for us the fun was little, it was a bad life,
looking bulk of memories, the mind travels

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