啊，土地就是一切.土地让我们得以生存。我们渴望土地，为了买一块土地，我们曾做出可怕的牺牲。
Ah, land was everything. The land kept us alive. We were hungry for land, We made terrible sacrifices to buy a piece of land.
妈妈感叹道，"什么都不加，只能煮出稀汤。"
My mother lamented, "With nothing, you'll make a thin soup."
下雪的时候人们说，"那些有面包和玉米粥的人是幸福的。"
When it snowed, people said "Happy are those with bread and polenta."
塞西拉歌曲中唱到，“的黎波里,美丽的爱之地,"的黎波里,迷人的土地，通过大炮的爆炸，你将成为意大利人。”
Cesira, the song said "Tripoli, beautiful land of love, Tripoli, enchanted land, You will be Italian by cannon blast."
战争卷土重来，强征走我们的男人，被派去打仗的总是农民，他们很听话，很容易满足。
The war came back to take our men. It's always the farmers who are sent off to war. They were obedient, and easy to satisfy.
"党不喜欢公民开始杀人，他们宁愿看到我们死于一场简单的狩猎事故，因为这样一来就是主的错，皆大欢喜。"
"The party doesn't like it when citizens start killing people. They'd rather see us die from a simple hunting accident. It's the Lord's fault, and everyone is happy."