Lantias, Elena Ledda, 2018

The evil storm comes bringing dust and flames leaving embers and ashes despair and sadness In these sleeping lands hopes are dying in your wrinkles you hide pains, wounds and fears Come, come back, Father, to these ancient stones to these beloved clumps come, come back to fight Tell me if you can forgive offenses restoring these lands with honour, peace and beauty Come and dance, you too, the dance of tormented folks, we will never turn tired, with you, come, come back to dance.

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