In sa Terra mia - Dr. Drer & Crc Posse (feat. Enzo Saporito)

[@auresar]

Buen ritmo y letra combativa saludos desde México!

[@CinqueNoveTre]

Sonos che arribant de unu locu Sonos che arribant de unu locu atesu Mi piaghent... M'agradant... Caressant sa conca Sonos de terra... De terra mia De terra mia De terra mia In sa terra mia Callentat callentat callentat su sobi ogna die Tui ascuta-mi, e sighi custus fueddus ca arrexionant e s'infogant Custa est sa mùsica chi praxit a mei Aberri su coru, movi su pei Amolladin-ci, sciumulladí Intendi su ritmu ca benit de su DJ Sonos che arribant de unu logu atesu atesu Mi àrtziat callentura cumenti brintat su giru de su bàsciu Intendu vibratzioni a tipu òmine rasta Biu totus is colores de sa terra nosta Oru che trigu de Campidanu Arrùbiu che soli in su mengianu Birdi che mata, bìngias e cungiau Aràngiu che aràngius de Santu Sparau Su reggae in Sardigna m'arrechedit giai S'istadi sa festa aici no spaciat mai A s'oru de mari, in pratza, o puru in costera Su reggae in Sardigna m'arrechedit meda [Chorus x 2] Candu pigu su micròfonu seu sempri infogau Cumenti fessat sa primu borta candu apu inghitzadu Cun Mou, Alex P, Dr. Drer? a su costadu Sardegna canta primi anni novanta Ca ci ses ancora, e puru de diora Dr. Drer & CRC Posse siamo della vecchia scuola Alle feste in piazza nelle strada nei cortei Custa est sa mùsica chi praxit a mei Cun sa rima in sardu ca mi bessit naturali Eja, sceti cosa originali Fata in domu cumenti su pani callenti Candu su soli no est ancora orbescendi Orbescit su soli in Casteddu de bàsciu Tostau che balla Intendi custa Nosus a primu mengianu Preneus sa pratza cun totus cantus is colores de beranu Sa genti ca si bit A pitzus de unu furgoni "Ma càstia custus macus, c'est manifestatzioni" Moveus totus paris cumenti unu frùmini Sa mùsica e sa festa, e nosus is obreris S'allirgat sa cumissa, s'incatzat su commercianti Ma seus unu mari chi bandat semper a innantis Cantaus "Bella Ciao" e "Sardigna cust'est s'ora" A foras, a foras, sa classi isfrutadora Poni raggamuffin ca improvisu a scoddadura Sa genti oberrit sa fentana e si salludat Ca portaus su soli in unu momentu sceti In mezzo alla città dei divieti e dei prefetti In mesu de massonis, tzeracos e magnacius Ita bellu soli ca tenint custus macus [Chorus x4]

[@CinqueNoveTre]

Sounds that arrive from a place Sounds that arrive from a place far a way I like them... They please me... They caress my head Sounds of land... Of my land Of my land Of my land [Chorus] In my land The sun every day warms warms warms You listen to me, and follow this words which make you think and make you heated up This is the music that I like Open the heart move your foot Let yourself go, shake your body Listen to the rhythm that comes from the DJ Sounds that come from a far far place I get fever when the bass riff kicks in I feel vibrations like a rasta man I see all the colours of our land Gold as wheat of Campidanu Red as the sun in the morning Green as tree, vineyard, patch of land Orange as the oranges of Santu Sparau I feel like reggae in Sardinia already Like this in summer the party never stops By the sea, in the town square or in the mountains I feel like reggae in Sardinia a lot [Chorus x2] Taking the microphone ampes me up Like if it was the first time when I started With Mou, Alex P, Dr. Drer(?) next to me "Sardegna canta" early nineties That you're still here, and even since a while Dr. Drer & CRC Posse we're from the old school From the town festivals, in the streets, in parades This is the music that I like With the rhyme in Sardinian that comes out naturally Yes, only original stuff Homemade like warm bread When the sun is still not rising Rises the sun in downtown Casteddu Hard as a bullet Listen to this one! We, in the early morning fill the square with all the colours of summer The people that sees us On a van "Look at those fools, there's a demonstration" We move all together like a river The music, the party, and we the openers, The shop assistant cheers up, the shop owner gets angry But we're a sea that goes always forward We sing "Bella Ciao" and "Sardigna cust'est s'ora" Out, out, the exploting class! Put some raggamuffin that I improvise like crazy People opens the window and salutes us As we bring the sun in a moment In the city of prohibitions and prefects Amongst freemasons, slaves and pimps What a beautiful sun this fools have! [Chorus x4]

[@marco3083]

Spettacolooooo