What could I have done
To this so ungrateful Corsican
Who has pronounced sentence on me
And condemned me to death
Without hearing witnesses
Nor consulting the jury.
He has declared war on me
Like to a true evil-doer;
He has put his murderers on me
Who hold me in terror Oh Corsican, think a little,
You are so heartless towards me.
You have taken me with cold steel,
You, in order to be more secure,
When my flowers just in bloom,
When the fruit has ripened,
You don’t give me any respect,
Oh Corsican, you are so cruel!
I have heard the call that carries your distress
And these tears falling sound like the toll of the knell
But in my veins runs the strong sap that
revives my breath and blossoms the future.
Suddenly cut into pieces to be turned into sawdust
You call your mule drivers
To lead me to the factory;
Oh Corsican, think and reflect
What you’re doing there will be your ruin!
What could I have done
To this so ungrateful Corsican
Who has pronounced sentence on me
And condemned me to death
Without hearing witnesses
Nor consulting the jury.
P.S: Thanks to the Barbara Furtuna group for their precise translation in no time!
Love their music and wish them all the best!
Love Love
P.S.S: Photo taken by me in Tbilisi, Georgia.
Shadi!
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