Veia digl Pader 06: Igls sains da Del

Igls sains da Del

Givle sur colms e prada,

cun clera vousch d'unfants,

an lod, onour da Dia,

sainsigns da Del gliuschants.

La curt schi suglialeiva

Puspe lez popular?

Igls morts da noscha boda

Lez vous puspe dasdar?

Vous igls tutgias da Dia,

igls amblidos, tgire,

anfign tgi prui la veta

Or digls miritschs puspe.

Alloura tot tgi smoglia...

La curt è'n furmiler.

Igls morts da Del s'avanzan,

grond pievel, pêr a pêr! –

Fr. Alexander Lozza

The Bells of Del         

Ye little bells, shout over,

with a silver voice, bright!

Sounds to the glory of God

in the sunny courtyard Del!

On this barren soil

many people once lived.

Don't forget, ye bells,

the people of old!

Do you want to call to life,

who, quickly swept away,

struck by black plague,

Death was calling en masse?

Then new life stirs

of earth and rubble:

the dead come again,

a great people that was.

Duri Loza (Translation)