V - Umbras de Barbagia
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