Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Jul 21 - 06:48 PM

The song was sung on 2020/12/09 but nobody had posted the Irish lyrics so the title in the list at the top of the thread had remained without a link so far. Thanks Felipa!

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 27 Jul 21 - 08:36 AM

I've added A MHIC MO CHROÍ to a Mudcat thread about the song Mrs McGrath. A Mhic mo Chroí is an Irish language translation of that song about a man who loses his legs in war.
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=152267

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 Jul 21 - 12:47 PM

I've also added the title with a link to the list at the top of the page.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Aug 21 - 04:18 PM

This song is based on the fable La cigale et la foumi by La Fontaine (French text with an English translation)

PAURA CIGALA (Occitan) Paura cigala, lo bon temps passat, Paura cigala lo bon temps passat, Lo bon temps passat, paura cigala, Lo bon temps passat a pas amassat. Vèrs sa vesina quand lo freg venguèt, Vèrs sa vesina quand lo freg venguèt Quand lo freg venguèt, vèrs sa vesina, Quand lo freg venguèt se'n corriguèt. Brava vesina, ieu crèbi de fam, Brava vesina, ieu crèbi de fam, Ieu crèbi de fam, brava vesina, Ieu crèbi de fam amb mos enfants. Quand ieu glanavi, de qué fasiatz vos? Quand ieu glanavi, de qué fasiatz vos? De qué fasiatz vos quand ieu glanavi? De qué fasiatz vos amb los pichons? Quand vos glanavetz, ne cantavi dos, Quand vos glanavetz, ne cantavi dos, Ne cantavi dos, quand vos glanavetz, Ne cantavi dos amb los pichons. Ara vesina, ne cal dançar tres, Ara vesina, ne cal dançar tres, Ne cal dançar tres brava vesina, Ne cal dançar tres e manjar pas res!

POOR CICADA Poor cicada, once the fine weather gone, Poor cicada, once the fine weather gone, Once the fine weather gone, poor cicada, Once the fine weather gone has gathered nothing. To her neighbor's when the cold came, To her neighbor's when the cold came, When the cold came, to her neighbor's When the cold came she hurried. Nice neighbor, I'm starving, Nice neighbor, I'm starving, I'm starving, nice neighbor, I'm starving with my children. When I was gleaning, what were you doing? When I was gleaning, what were you doing? What were you doing, when I was gleaning? What were you doing with your little ones? When you were gleaning, I was singing two [songs] When you were gleaning, I was singing two [songs] I was singing two when you were gleaning, I was singing two with my little ones. Now neighbor, you'll have to dance three, Now neighbor, you'll have to dance three, You'll have to dance three, nice neighbor, You'll have to dance three and eat nothing!

Lisa has improved my translation on this Mama Lisa's World page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 09 Aug 21 - 02:25 PM

LLORABA LA NIÑA (1590)(Spanish) Luis de Góngora (1561-1627) Music by Paco Ibañez (1934 - ) Lloraba la niña (y tenía razón) la prolija ausencia de su ingrato amor. Dejóla tan niña, que apenas creo yo que tenía los años que ha que la dejó. Llorando la ausencia del galán traidor, la halla la Luna y la deja el Sol, añadiendo siempre pasión a pasión, memoria a memoria, dolor a dolor. Llorad, corazón, que tenéis razón. Dícele su madre: «Hija, por mi amor, que se acabe el llanto, o me acabe yo.» Ella le responde: «No podrá ser, no: las causas son muchas, los ojos son dos. Satisfagan, madre, tanta sinrazón, y lágrimas lloren en esta ocasión, tantas como dellos un tiempo tiró flechas amorosas el arquero dios. Ya no canto, madre, y si canto yo, muy tristes endechas mis canciones son; porque el que se fue, con lo que llevó, se dejó el silencio, y llevó la voz.» Llorad, corazón, Que tenéis razón.

THE GIRL WAS WEEPING The girl was weeping (And she had a reason [why]) Over the long absence Of her ungrateful love. He left her so young That I believe She hardly had as many years As the ones since he'd left her*. Crying over the absence Of the traitorous gallant, The moon finds her And the sun leaves her, Always adding Passion to passion Memory to memory, Pain to pain. Cry, my heart, As you have a reason [why]. Her mother told her: "Daughter, for the love of me Let the crying end Or let me be dead." She replies: "It cannot be, no: The causes are many, The eyes are two. Let them satisfy, mother, So much injustice, And let them weep tears At this moment, As many [tears] as loving arrows The archer god Shot once From them. I no longer sing, mother, And if I sing My songs are Very sad laments Because the one who left, With what he took away, He left the silence And took the voice away. Cry, my heart, As you have a reason [why].

*The way to express age is totally different in Romance languages. We "have" X years, we "are" not X years old, so the sentence might awkwardly be translated as "She hardly had [as many] the years as it'd been since he left her." I.e if she was 15 years old when he left her, it'd been 15 years since he did. It's the best I can put it!

Recording by Paco Ibañez

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 09 Aug 21 - 07:09 PM

A Mhic Mo Chroí (Irish language), which was posted 21 July 2021 in
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=152267#4114521

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Aug 21 - 01:56 PM

ARMSTRONG (French) Sung by Claude Nougaro (1929 – 2004) (Traditional /Claude Nougaro-Maurice Vander) Armstrong, je ne suis pas noir, Je suis blanc de peau Quand on veut chanter l'espoir Quel manque de pot ! Oui j'ai beau voir le ciel, l'oiseau Rien, rien ne luit là-haut Les anges, zéro, Je suis blanc de peau. Armstrong, tu te fends la poire, On voit toutes tes dents, Moi je broie plutôt du noir Du noir en dedans. Chante pour moi, Louis, oh oui, Chante, chante, chante ça tient chaud J'ai froid, oh moi Qui suis blanc de peau. Armstrong, la vie, quelle histoire ! C'est pas très marrant Qu'on l'écrive blanc sur noir Ou bien noir sur blanc On voit surtout du rouge, du rouge, Sang, sang, sans trêve ni repos, Qu'on soit, ma foi, Noir ou blanc de peau. Armstrong, un jour, tôt ou tard On n'est que des os. Est-ce que les tiens seront noirs Ce s'rait rigolo Allez Louis, alléluia, Au-delà de nos oripeaux, Noir et Blanc sont ressemblants Comme deux gouttes d'eau.

ARMSTRONG (based on "Go Down Moses") Tribute to Louis Armstrong Armstrong, I am not black I am white-skinned When one wants to sing about hope, What a bad luck! (1) Yes, even though I do see the sky, the bird, Nothing, nothing shines up there. Angels: none. I am white-skinned. Armstrong, you split your sides laughing (2) All your teeth show out. As for me, I rather brood (3) All black inside. Sing for me Louis, oh yes, Sing, sing, sing, it keeps [me] warm. I'm cold, oh I Who am white-skinned. Armstrong, life… what a fuss! (4) It's not very funny Be it written white on black Or black on white. It's mostly red, red to be seen Blood, blood, without truce/break nor rest (5) Be we, I say, Black or white-skinned. Armstrong, one day sooner or later We're nothing but bones... Will yours be black? That would be funny. Come on, Louis, hallelujah (6) Beyond (underneath) our attire Black and White are alike Like two drops of water.

Explanations of the puns:
(1) pun between "peau" (skin) and "pot" luck, "manque de pot" (lack of luck) and "manque de peau" (lack of skin [color]). Btw, "pot" is old slang for bum as was "bol" (bowl).
(2) "Se fendre la poire", meaning "to split one sides laughing", literally translates as "to split one's 'pear'", "pear" being slang for head, face… hence all his teeth showing out.
(3) "Broyer du noir", meaning "to brood", "to be blue/sad", literally translates as "to grind black"
(4) Lit. "What a story" but in French "histoire" is both "story" and "history", so "be it written..." refers to both meanings.
(5)"On voit surtout du rouge, du rouge, / Sang, sang, sans trêve ni repos". Lit. "One sees mostly red, red, blood, blood, without truce/break nor rest" but "rouge sang" means "blood-red" and "sang" (blood) and "sans" (without) sound alike.
(6) "Allez, Louis, alléluia": "allez", lit. "go" means "come on" and the beginning of "alléluia" sounds like "allez" but in English you can't split "hallelujah" to make a pun as in "… And the steam boat went to / Hello operator"…

You'll also find a translation on Lyrics translate.com

Lyrics Maurice Vander / Claude Nougaro
(Let My People Go) © Les Editions Du Chiffre Neuf, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Salut Ô Éditions, SO2 Édition, Quatryo Éditions

1989 live rendition in Paris Zénith
1965 recording recording
1998 live rendition in Toulouse


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Aug 21 - 11:34 AM

Last Monday, Sé fáth mo bhuartha in Irish Gaelic and An páistin fionn in English and Irish Gaelic were sung. I'll add the links on the right list at the top of the thread.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: BDenz
Date: 29 Aug 21 - 04:27 PM

Monique - you've been busy! I found all my old familiars on your list and added a few that weren' on mine.

Thanks for starting this

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Sep 21 - 12:33 PM

On Monday Casey sang Kol Ha'Olam Kulo. She learned the song from Holly Hoffnung of the Portland Folk Music Society, at their Singtime weekend in 2019.

Kol Ha'Olam Kulo /Gesher Tzar Me’od - A Very Narrow Bridge
Hebrew lyrics by Rabbi Nachman of Breslov (Ukraine) (1772-1810)
Music by Rabbi Baruch Chait (Feb. 23rd 1946 - )

Transliteration Kol ha-o-lam ku-lo, gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od. Kol ha-o-lam ku-lo, gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od. V’ha-i-kar v’ha-i-kar, lo l’fached, lo l'fached klal V’ha-i-kar V’ha-i-kar, lo l'fached klal V’ha-i-kar V’ha-i-kar, lo l’fached, lo l'fached klal V’ha-i-kar V’ha-i-kar, lo l’fached klal Kol ha-o-lam ku-lo gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od. Kol ha-o-lam ku-lo gesher tzar me’od, gesher tzar me’od.

Translation Kol ha-o-lam ku-lo gesher tzar me’od all/whole world bridge narrow V'ha-i-kar lo l'fached klal not to fear at all The whole world is a very narrow bridge; the important thing is not to be afraid. The whole entire world is a very narrow bridge, a very narrow bridge, a very narrow bridge. All of the world is a very narrow bridge, A very narrow bridge. And above all above all, is not to fear, not to fear at all; And above all above all, is not to fear at all.

Hebrew lyrics

כָּל הָעוֹלָם כֻּלּוֹ גֶּשֶׁר צָר מְאֹד גֶּשֶׁר צָר מְאדֹ גֶּשֶׁר צָר מְאֹד כָּל הָעוֹלָם כֻּלּוֹ גֶּשֶׁר צָר מְאֹד גֶּשֶׁר צָר מְאֹד וְהָעִיקָר וְהָעִיקָר לֹא לְפַחַד לֹא לְפַחַד כְּלָל וְהָעִיקָר וְהָעִיקָר לֹא לְפַחַד כְּלָל

Recording by Ofran Haza
Live rendition by Avraham Fried (Avraham Fried concert "Shnas Hakhel" Odessa, Ukraine) in both Hebrew and English.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Sep 21 - 03:05 PM

Montredon (Occitan) © Marcel Sauzel (1922-2003). Sung by "La Sauze", 1979 Dos òmes son tombats sul sòl de Montredon. Emili èra occitan, Joël èra breton. Son mòrts e cresi pas qu’aquò plan importèsse Qu’un siá viticultor e l’autre C.R.S. A Brèst o a Quimpèr se se torna passar, Emili serà flic e Joël païsan. Èra un quatre de març, veniá roge lo cèl. Sus la plana fumava encara l’escaucèl, Quand la mòrt uniguèt dos fraires de misèria, Dos innocents pastats dins la mèma matèria Que, sens saber perqué, gendarme e vinhairon, Son tombats coma un sol al mièg d’un carrairon. Un es mòrt per sa tèrra e l’autre per pas res. Sauprem pas jamai lo pus de plànher quan es. Vos demandi tanben, e mai se vos arraca, De los plegar ensem dins la meteissa saca E de pas pus cercar a tot pèrdre, cossí De l’un ne faire un sant, de l’autre un assassin. Bretanha e Lengadòc, cadun perdèt un filh, Mas los murtrièrs son pas los qu’avián un fusilh. Èran dins de burèus, tirats a quatre espillas, Rosetas al revèrs, consciéncias tranquillas. Los copables per los trapar valdriá melhor Gaitar cap a París, l’Elisèu, Matinhon. Jutjaretz benlèu qu’es tardièra ma cançon, Qu’es passada de mòda e pas pus de sason. Vos vesi romegar e me faire la tronha : "Desenterrar los mòrts, s’es pas una vergonha !" Podètz totjorn bramar, mas per ieu es segur Que Montredon es mai vivent que Montsegur. Dins vint ans i aurà pus degun a Montredon. Pus degun, e de vin aurà rajat jol pont. Mas del quatre de març, aurem grand gaug encara, Per ne nos remebrar, del cant d’una guitarra, E per tornar trapar, foguèssa roge o blanc, Al vin setanta sièis, un rèire-gost de sang.

Montredon Two men fell on the ground of Montredon (1), Emil was Occitan, Joel was Breton, They're dead and I don't think it matters much That one was a grape-grower and the other a CRS (2) man In Brest or in Quimper, if it happens again, Emil will be a cop and Joel a farmer. It was a 4th of March, the sky was turning red, On the plain, the unearthing holes around the vine stocks were still steaming When death joined two brothers in misfortune, Two innocents kneaded/molded in the same matter Who, without knowing why, gendarme and grape-grower, Fell down as one in the middle of a path (3). One died for his land and the other for nothing, We'll never know which one is to be most sorry for, So, I ask from you, even if you're reluctant, To wrap them together in the same bag And to seek no more desperately how To make a saint out of one and a killer out of the other. Brittany and Languedoc, each one lost a son, But the murderers are not the ones who had a gun, They were in offices, well turned-out, With rosettes on their lapels and clear consciences. To find the culprits, it'd be better To look towards Paris, the Élysée, Matignon (4) You'll maybe judge my song to be late, To be out of date and out of season, I see you grumble and be mad at me: "To unbury the dead, isn't it a shame?!" You can yell as you want, but for me, it's sure That Montredon is more alive than Montsegur (5) In twenty years, there'll be no one any more in Montredon, No one any more and wine will have flowed under the bridge (6), But, to remember the 4th of March, We'll still have great pleasure from the song of a guitar, And to find once more, be it red or white, To the [19]76 wine, an after-taste of blood.

On March 4th 1976, two men were killed during a grape-growers revolt, a local grape-grower, Émile Pouytès, and a Breton policeman, Joël Le Goff.
(1) Montredon (lit. "round mount/hill"), French "Montredon-les-Corbières", a small town in the winegrowing region of Southern France.
(2) CRS (Compagnies Républicaines de Sécurité = Republican Security Corps) The CRS are a civilian corps trained in anti-insurrection and antiriot techniques.
(3) The path between two rows of vine stocks.
(4) Élysée [Palace]: official residence of the President of the French Republic, Matignon [Hôtel de Matignon] official residence and work place of the Prime Minister of France
(5) Montsegur: a former fortress near Montségur, a commune in the Ariège department in southern France. Its ruins are the site of a razed stronghold of the Cathars. In 1242 about 10,000 royal troops besieged the castle that was held by about 100 fighters and was home to 211 Perfects (who were pacifists and did not fight) and civilian refugees. The siege lasted nine months, until in March 1244, the castle finally surrendered. Approximately 220 Cathars were burned en masse in a bonfire at the foot of the hill when they refused to renounce their faith. (Montsegur page)
(6) "Wine will have flowed under the bridge", based on "water will have flowed under the bridge" = a long time will have passed.

UPDATE 2023/04/09: the Occitan singer "La Sauze" (Alain Sauzel) passed away on 2023/01/09.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 06 Sep 21 - 07:03 PM

sung 07 Sept 2021

Ali: Díleachtín Gun Bhrí https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=96313


Mayn Ru'e Platz
https://mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=3924

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Sep 21 - 06:31 PM

Mayn ru'e plats Yiddish lyrics in Hebrew characters

מײַן רוע־פּלאַץ ניט זוך מיך וווּ די מירטן גרינען געפֿינסט מיך דאָרטן ניט מייַן שאַץ וווּ לעבנס וועלקן בייַ מאַשינען דאָרטן איז מייַן רוע־פּלאַץ ניט זוך מיך וווּ די פֿייגל זינגען געפֿינסט מיך דאָרטן ניט מייַן שאַץ אַ שקלאַף בין איך וווּ קייטן קלינגען דאָרטן איז מייַן רוע־פּלאַץ ניט זוך מיך וווּ פֿאָנטאַנען שפּריצן געפֿינסט מיך דאָרטן ניט מייַן שאַץ וווּ טרערן רינען ציינער קריצן דאָרטן איז מייַן רוע־פּלאַץ און ליבסטו מיך מיט וואַרער ליבע טאָ קום צו מיר מייַן גוטער שאַץ און הייַטער אויף מייַן האַרץ דאָס טריבע און מאַך מיר זיס מייַן רוע־פּלאַץ

Mudcat discussion thread about the song: Lyr Add: Main Rue Platz (in Yiddish)

Recording by The Klezmorim
Recorded by Vocolot, a Jewish women’s a cappella quartet.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 13 Sep 21 - 03:13 PM

QUAND LES HOMMES VIVRONT D'AMOUR (1956) paroles et musique: Raymond Lévesque (1928 - 2021) Quand les hommes vivront d'amour, Il n'y aura plus de misère Et commenceront les beaux jours Mais nous, nous serons morts, mon frère. Quand les hommes vivront d'amour, Ce sera la paix sur la terre, Les soldats seront troubadours, Mais nous, nous serons morts, mon frère Dans la grande chaîne de la vie, Où il fallait que nous passions, Où il fallait que nous soyons, Nous aurons eu la mauvaise partie Quand les hommes vivront d'amour, Il n'y aura plus de misère Et commenceront les beaux jours, Mais nous, nous serons morts, mon frère. Mais quand les hommes vivront d'amour, Qu'il n'y aura plus de misère Peut-être songeront-ils un jour À nous qui serons morts, mon frère. Nous qui aurons aux mauvais jours, Dans la haine et puis dans la guerre Cherché la paix, cherché l'amour, Qu'ils connaîtront alors mon frère. Dans la grande chaîne de la vie, Pour qu'il y ait un meilleur temps Il faut toujours quelques perdants, De la sagesse ici-bas c'est le prix. Quand les hommes vivront d'amour, Il n'y aura plus de misère Et commenceront les beaux jours, Mais nous, serons morts, mon frère.

WHEN MEN LIVE ON LOVE When men live on love There will be no more misery And the beautiful days will start But we, we will be dead my brother When men live on love Peace will be on earth The soldiers will be troubadours But we, we will be dead my brother In the great chain of life Where we had to go Where we had to be We'll have had the worst part. When men live on love There will be no more misery And the beautiful days will start But we, we will be dead my brother But when men live on love When there's no more misery Maybe will they think one day Of us who will be dead, my brother We who will have in bad days In hatred and also in war Searched peace, searched love, That they will know then, my brother In the great chain on life So that there can be better times Some losses are necessary It's the price for wisdom here below. When men live on love There will be no more misery And the beautiful days will start But we, we will be dead my brother.

The usual phrase is "Vivre d'amour et d'eau fraîche" -lit. "To live on love and fresh/cool water"- used when people fall in love and they seem to live on their love only. Recording by Raymond Lévesque himself.
1974 Félix Leclerc, Gilles Vigneault & Robert Charlebois Live rendition
I'd already posted the lyrics alone when I was still posting as a guest.
French Wikipedia entry about the song

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 02:52 AM

STOJÍ HRUŠKA V ŠIRÉM POLI (Czech) (Czech traditional song popularized by the Čechomor band.) 1. Stojí hruška v širém poli, vrch se jí zelená. Pod ní se pase kůň vraný, drží ho má milá. Pod ní se pase kůň vraný, drží ho má milá. 2. Proč má milá dnes pasete, zvečera do rána. Kam můj milý pojedete, já pojedu s váma. Kam můj milý pojedete, já pojedu s váma. 3. A já pojedu daleko, přes hory hluboké. Kéž sem byl nikdy nepoznal panny černooké. Kéž sem byl nikdy nepoznal panny černooké.

A PEAR TREE STANDS IN A WIDE FIELD 1. A pear tree stands in a wide field, Its top is green. A raven-black horse is grazing under it, My sweetheart holds him. A raven-black horse is grazing under it, My sweetheart holds him. 2. Why, my darling, must he graze today, From evening to morning? Wherever you'll go, my dear, I'll go with you. Wherever you'll go, my dear, I'll go with you. 3. And I will go far, Beyond the seas. I wish I had never known This black-eyed maiden. I wish I had never known This black-eyed maiden.

Čechomor recording + text below the video.
Čechomor live rendition
Live rendition by Carmina Bona (Children choir)
Recording by Musica Bohemica/Jaroslav Krček
If you type "Stojí hruška v širém poli" you'll come across a lot of videos.

Much longer version: Sheet music + midi file
The song at the top is said to be a variant of the version just above. Sheet music + midi file
LIPINA.org is a valuable source of traditional Slovak/Czech songbooks


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Sep 21 - 03:12 AM

On Sept.6th, Jerry sang...

ΚΑΗΜΟΣ (Greek) Στίχοι: Δημήτρης Χριστοδούλου Μουσική: Μίκης Θεοδωράκης Είναι μεγάλος ο γιαλός είναι μακρύ το κύμα είναι μεγάλος ο καημός κι είναι πικρό το κρίμα Ποτάμι μέσα μου πικρό το αίμα της πληγής σου κι από το αίμα πιο πικρό στο στόμα το φιλί σου Δεν ξέρεις τι ‘ναι παγωνιά ραδιά χωρίς φεγγάρι να μη γνωρίζεις ποια στιγμή ο πόνος θα σε πάρει Ποτάμι μέσα μου πικρό το αίμα της πληγής σου κι από το αίμα πιο πικρό στο στόμα το φιλί σου

SORROW Lyrics: Dimitris Christodoulou Music: Mikis Theodorakis The sea-shore is long, The waves are high The sorrow is great And bitter the sin Within me a river, Bitter blood of my* wound And your kiss on the mouth More bitter than blood You do not know the frost Of a moonless night To know not at which moment The pain will take you Within me a river, Bitter blood of my wound And your kiss on the mouth More bitter than blood

*I take this "my" as "the wound you inflicted on me" because "σου" means "your", not "my"
Translation borrowed from Lyricstranslate.com

Transliteration... Kaimos eínai megálos o gialós eínai makrý to kýma eínai megálos o kaimós ki eínai pikró to kríma potámi mésa mou pikró to aíma tis pligís sou ki apó to aíma pio pikró sto stóma to filí sou den xéreis ti ‘nai pagoniá radiá chorís fengári na mi gnorízeis poia stigmí o pónos tha se párei potámi mésa mou pikró to aíma tis pligís sou ki apó to aíma pio pikró sto stóma to filí sou

... which sounds more or less like... kemós íne megálos o yalós íne makrí to kíma íne megálos o kemós ki íne mikró to kríma potámi mésa mu pikró to éma tis pliyís su ki apó to éma pio pikró sto stóma to filí su dhen kséris ti’ne pagoniá radhiá horís fengári na mi gnorízis pia stigmí o pónos tha se pári potámi mésa mu pikró to éma tis pliyís su ki apó to éma pio pikró sto stóma to filí su

... in which the accented vowels are stressed and...
"a" as in "father"
"e" as in "bed"
"i" = "ee"
"o" = "oh"
"u" = "oo"
"dh" = "th" in "the -this"
"th" = "th" in "thick - thin"
"g" sounds like a gargling sound
"h" before "a", "o", "u" or consonant = "j" in Spain Spanish or "ch" in German "Bach" or Scottish "ch" in "loch"
"y" as in "you"

Sung by Mikis Theodorakis, Grigoris Bithikotsis and Manolis Mitsias.
Sung by Mikis Theodorakis
Sung by Yannis Kotsiras

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 20 Sep 21 - 03:20 PM

On Sept 14th 2020 Mysha sang:

OEBKE GROU Gerard van Maasakkers (West Frisian. However, that is not original song and language. The original is "Cis Verdonk", in the Brabantian dialect, from the 1970-s.- Mysha) Ik sil jim ris wat sjonge: it is oer Oebke Grou Hja wenne hjir yn't doarp, yn in húske efterôf Hja dronk, en hja stonk, en har hûnen like sa, Mar Oebke klage nea: it wie goed; sa woe hja 't hawwe It nijs seach hja net, dêrfan hie hja gjin ferlet En de lju dy seinen allegear: Oebke dy is wat nuver hear. En hie Oebke wat snobbersguod, dan tochtest by dysels fan "Ba! Wa wit hoe lang dy yn har fieze jakje sitten hawwe" It wie op in tongersdei, dat de buorlju kamen en klagen By de plysje, om't: De hûnen dy hienen sa'n leven, sûnt twa dagen It plysjehaad dy die der wat oan; hy stjoerde plysje Terlea Dy fûn dêr Oebke Grou; hja lei al dagen dea. It nijs ier en it nijs let, dy hienen fan sa'n ferhaal ferlet, Dat de lju dy seagen allegear: dat mei Oebke dat wie nuver hear En doe't hja troch de hûs gongen, leien yn't laad fan it dressoir Sântsjen rôltsjes pipermintsjes, kreas njonken elkoar

OEBKE GROU I will now sing you a story: It's about Oebke Grou * She had a cottage in the village, a bit out of the way She drank, and she stank, and her dogs did as well. Oebke never complained: it's how she wanted it to be She never looked at the news; that was no good to her And the people all said: Oebke is a bit of a character. And if Oebke offered you some candy, then you silently wondered "Yuck Who knows how long that sat in that filthy jacket of hers." One day, on a Thursday, the neighbours came to report To the police: The dogs had been making such a racket, for two days The head of police did something about it; he sent constable Terlea He then found Oebke Grou there; she had lain dead there for days. The early news and the late news, they all needed such a story, Thus all the people saw: That with Oebke sure was strange And when they looked through the house, in the dresser drawer they found: Seventeen rolls of pepermints, neatly in a row.

* "This 'Oebke' is a female. After I picked the name I found some people would consider it rather a male name, but I decided against messing with it afterwards. 'Grou' can be a family name, referring to a family hailing from the village of that name, but it might equally well be nickname used for someone who is rather heavyset." -Mysha


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 Sep 21 - 03:21 PM

Note that these lyrics are written in what we call "classical norm" based on how the troubadours used to write. You'll probably find on the internet the lyrics written in a more phonetic way based on French spelling.

LO BAILÈRA (Occitan) Collected by Joseph Canteloube in Auvergne Pastre de delai l'aiga As gaire de bon temps, Diga-lo! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! E n'ai pas gaire, e diga tu! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! Pastre, lo prat fa flor Cal gardar ton tropèl Diga-lo! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! L'èrba es plus fina al prat d'aici, Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! Pastre, cossí farai? Aval i a lo bel riu, Diga-lo! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! "Espèra-me, te vau cercar!" Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la!

THE BAILÈRA* "Shepherd from beyond the water, You don't have much good time, Say it! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! And I don't have much, say it Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! Shepherd, the meadow is blossoming, You must watch your flock, Say it! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! The grass is finer in this meadow, Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la! Shepherd, how will I do? Down there is the big river, Say it! Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la!" "Wait for me, I'm going to fetch you!" Bailèra lèra, Lèra-lèra lèra-lèra Bailera la!

*bailèra (also spelled "bailero") is the song/cry the shepherds used to call one another across the hills/mountains.

Live rendition by Véronique Gens
Recording by Netania Davrath
Recording by Frederica von Stade with views from the Auvergne region.
Recording by Gérard Souzay


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Oct 21 - 02:32 PM

LO GRAND BAILÈRA (Occitan) Pastora, pastora, pastora, As capèl, saile e mantèl? Pastora, pastora, pastora, As capèl, saile e mantèl? Ò mon bèl pastre, Quand lo sèr tombarà, Bailèra, ò, Ò mon bèl pastre, L'amor me parlarà, Bailèra, ò. Pastora, pastora, pastora, As capèl, saile e mantèl? Pastora, pastora, pastora, As capèl, saile e mantèl? Ò mon bèl pastre, Dans lo bòsc de Labrò, Bailèra, ò, Ò mon bèl pastre, Mon Joan m'esperarà, Bailèra, ò. Pastora, pastora, pastora, Tot amor morís en flor Pastora, pastora, pastora, Tot amor morís en flor Ò mon bèl pastre, Mas lo mieu florirà, Bailèra, ò, Ò mon bèl pastre, Jamai se passirà, Bailèra, ò. Pastora, pastora, pastora, Ò malcòr ton Joan es mòrt, Pastora, pastora, pastora, Ò malcòr ton Joan es mòrt, Adieu, bèl pastre, Quand lo sèr tombarà, Bailèra, ò, A Joan mon pastre, La mòrt me ligarà, Bailèra, ò.

THE GREAT BAILÈRA Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Do you have hat, shawl and mantle? Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Do you have hat, shawl and mantle? Oh, my fine shepherd, When evening falls, Bailèra, oh Oh, my fine shepherd, Love will talk to me, Bailèra, oh. Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Do you have hat, shawl and mantle? Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Do you have hat, shawl and mantle? Oh, my fine shepherd, In the wood of Labro, Bailèra, oh Oh, my fine shepherd, My John will wait for me, Bailèra, oh. Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Every love dies in bloom Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Every love dies in bloom Oh, my fine shepherd, But mine will blossom Bailèra, oh Oh, my fine shepherd, Never will it wither, Bailèra, oh. Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Oh what a pity, your John is dead Shepherdess, shepherdess, shepherdess, Oh what a pity, your John is dead Farewell, fine shepherd, When evening falls Bailèra, oh To John my shepherd, Death will tie me, Bailèra, oh.

You can find the lyrics and an accurate French translation on pages 14-15 of this pdf document. These lyrics (as the ones above) are written in what we call "classical spelling/norm" based on the troubadours' spelling in the Middle Ages

You'll find a harmonized sheet music on page 2 of Chansons du Rouergue, Vol II by Léon Froment (1869-1934). Note that the French lyrics below the score are not a translation of the original lyrics but a French set on the same topic as a more or less literal translation wouldn't fit the tune. These lyrics are in what we call "patoisant" spelling, i.e. French regional language written phonetically with French spelling norms.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Oct 21 - 03:13 PM

CAMINITO DE AVILÉS (Spanish) (Traditional song of Asturias) Caminito de Avilés un carretero cantaba al son de los esquilones que su pareja llevaba. Marinerito arría la vela que está la noche tranquila y serena. Noche tranquila y serena no es buena para rondar para los enamorados es mejor la oscuridad... Marinerito arría la vela que está la noche tranquila y serena. Al marinero en el mar Nunca le falta una pena Cuando se apaga el farol Cuando se apaga la vela. Marinerito arría la vela que está la noche tranquila y serena.

ON THE WAY TO AVILÉS On the way to Avilés A carter was singing To the sound of the big bells That his yoke of oxen wore. Little sailor, lower the sail Because the night is calm and quiet. A quiet and serene night Is not good for courting For lovers The dark is better ... Little sailor, lower the sail Because the night is calm and quiet. The sailor at sea Is never short of a hardship When the lantern goes out When the candle goes out. Little sailor, lower the sail Because the night is calm and quiet.

In all the renditions below, only the 1st two verses are sung except for Chus Pedro's.
Recording by Joaquín Díaz
2013 live rendition by Villa Blanca Choir from Luarca (Asturias, Spain)
2016 live rendition by Héctor Braga in Asturian (lyrics below, same meaning as above)

Carretera d'Avilés,
un carreteru cantaba
Al son de los esquilones
que so pareya llevaba

Marinerillu arría la vela,
que tá la nueche clarina y serena

Nueche clarina y serena,
non ye bona pa rondar
Porque a los enamoraos
gusta-yos la escuridá

Marinerillu arría la vela,
que tá la nueche clarina y serena

Live rendition by Chus Pedro in Asturian.

Last verse: La gaviota que yo quiero Non taramiella la mar Lleváronla vientos ruinos Anque non había tempestá.

The sea doesn't sway The seagull I love Evil winds took her away Even though there was no storm.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Oct 21 - 04:43 AM

Last Monday Anne Coleman sang Bratach Bàna.

Subject: RE: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 26 Oct 21 - 11:56 AM

Caislean Drom an Óir (Irish Gaelic) sung bilingually with the English language lyrics of The Castle of Dromore.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 Oct 21 - 03:17 AM

Last Monday, Hillel, Gabe and Nathan joined the Singaround from Israel. One of them sang "Rua dos bobos".(aka "A casa"), a Brazilian kids' song.

RUA DOS BOBOS (A CASA) (Portuguese) Lyrics: Vinícius de Moraes (1913-1980) Music: Toquinho (Antonio Pecci Filho - 1946 - ) Era uma casa muito engraçada Não tinha teto, não tinha nada Ninguém podia entra nela não Porque na casa não tinha chão Ninguém podia dormir na rede Porque na casa não tinha parede Ninguém podia fazer pipi Porque pinico não tinha ali Mas era feita com muito esmero Na Rua dos Bobos, número zero Mas era feita com muito esmero Na Rua dos Bobos, número zero

FOOLS'STREET (THE HOUSE) It was a very funny house It had no roof, it had nothing. No one could enter it, no, Because in the house, there was no floor No one could sleep in the hammock Because in the house there was no wall No one could take a pee-pee Because there was no chamber pot there But it was made with great care In Fools Street, number zero But it was done with great care On Fools Street, number zero

Recording 1
Recording 2
Recording 3
A nice background story about the actual house. (in Portuguese)
Another article in Portuguese about the actual house and the song


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Nov 21 - 02:50 PM

SE ESSA RUA FOSSE MINHA (Portuguese) Se essa rua, se essa rua fosse minha Eu mandava, eu mandava ladrilhar Com pedrinhas, com pedrinhas de brilhante Só pra ver, só pra ver meu bem passar Nessa rua, nessa rua tem um bosque Que se chama, que se chama Solidão Dentro dele, dentro dele mora um anjo Que roubou, que roubou meu coração Se eu roubei, se eu roubei teu coração Tu roubaste, tu roubaste o meu também Se eu roubei, se eu roubei teu coração Foi porque, só porque te quero bem

IF THIS STREET WERE MINE If this street if this street were mine I'd have, I'd have it tiled With pebbles, with pebbles of diamond Just to see, just to see my darling pass on. In this street, in this street there is a wood That is called, that is called Solitude Inside it, inside it lives an angel Who stole, who stole my heart If I stole, if I stole your heart, You stole, you stole mine too If I stole, if I stole your heart, It was because, just because I love you

Portuguese Wikipedia has this about the song (Google translation): "There are sources that consider this song as a song created by an unknown author in honor of Princess Isabel in the 19th century. However, there are sources that dedicate the authorship to Mário Lago and Roberto Martins, from the mid-1930s."

Live performance by Trio Amadeus
Live performance by Isadora Canto (Lyrics slightly different)
Live performance by Dudah Felix

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Nov 21 - 03:38 AM

On Monday Kathryn LaMar sang Die Moorsoldaten in German and English (Peat Bog Soldiers).
On the Italian Antiwar Songs site you'll find versions of this song in 15 languages. Though the site can be set in Italian, English and French, most of the actual information is in Italian. Very interesting site!

Recording by Hannes Wader in German (Die Moorsoldaten).
Live recording by Pete Seeger in English (The Peat Bog Soldiers)
Recording by a Military male choir in French (Le chant des marais)
Recording by the Gruppo Padano di Piadena in Italian (Canto dei deportati)
Recording by Pi de la Serra y Carme Canela in Spanish -with lyrics (Los soldados del pantano)
Live rendition by Rum in Dutch (De Moorsoldaten)
Recording by Hungarian Radio and Television Chorus in Hungarian (Mocsárdal)
Recording by Marina Rossel in Catalan (Cant dels deportats)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Nov 21 - 03:01 PM

CANTARES Lyrics: Manuel Machado Ruiz (1874- 1947) Music: Jean-Claude Marc (1943 - ) Vino, sentimiento, guitarra y poesía, hacen los cantares de la patria mía... Cantares... Quien dice cantares, dice Andalucía. A la sombra fresca de la vieja parra, un mozo moreno rasguea la guitarra... Cantares... Algo que acaricia y algo que desgarra. La prima que canta y el bordón que llora... Y el tiempo callado se va hora tras hora. Cantares... Son dejos fatales de la raza mora. No importa la vida, que ya está perdida. Y, después de todo, ¿qué es eso, la vida?... Cantares... Cantando la pena, la pena se olvida. Madre, pena, suerte; pena, madre, muerte; ojos negros, negros, y negra la suerte. Cantares... En ellos, el alma del alma se vierte. Cantares. Cantares de la patria mía... Cantares son sólo los de Andalucía. Cantares... No tiene más notas la guitarra mía.

SONGS Wine, feeling, guitar and poetry, Make the songs of my homeland ... Songs ... Who says songs, says Andalusia. In the cool shade of the old vine, A dark (a Gypsy) boy strums the guitar ... Songs ... Something that caresses and something that tears. The E-string that sings and the drone that weeps ... And the quiet time goes by hour after hour. Songs ... They're fatal marks/accents of the Moorish race. Life doesn't matter, it's already lost. And, after all, what is that, life? ... Songs ... Singing grief, grief is forgotten. Mother, sadness, luck; grief, mother, death; Black eyes, black, and black luck. Songs ... In them, the soul of the soul is poured. Songs. Songs of my country ... Songs are only those of Andalusia. Songs ... The guitar of mine has no more notes.

Some background: The music is by my former choirmaster. In the very late 80's he put on a whole show for us called "Sol y sombra" (Sun and Shade) for narrators, guitar, choir and orchestra. "Cantares" is a 4 voice piece and to match his tune, he had to repeat some lines. Yesterday I sang my alto voice tune with some tenor and soprano lines otherwise the lyrics would have made no sense.
2024/10/09 UPDATE: There's a YouTube video online now here

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Nov 21 - 06:04 PM

L'ORAGE (1960 - French) Georges Brassens (1922-1982) Parlez-moi de la pluie et non pas du beau temps, Le beau temps me dégoûte et m' fait grincer les dents, Le bel azur me met en rage, Car le plus grand amour qui m' fut donné sur terre Je l' dois au mauvais temps, je l' dois à Jupiter, Il me tomba d'un ciel d'orage. Par un soir de novembre, à cheval sur les toits, Un vrai tonnerr' de Brest, avec des cris d' putois, Allumait ses feux d'artifice. Bondissant de sa couche en costume de nuit, Ma voisine affolée vint cogner à mon huis En réclamant mes bons offices. « Je suis seule et j'ai peur, ouvrez-moi, par pitié, Mon époux vient d' partir faire son dur métier, Pauvre malheureux mercenaire, Contraint d' coucher dehors quand il fait mauvais temps, Pour la bonne raison qu'il est représentant D'un' maison de paratonnerres. » En bénissant le nom de Benjamin Franklin, Je l'ai mise en lieu sûr entre mes bras câlins, Et puis l'amour a fait le reste ! Toi qui sèmes des paratonnerre' à foison, Que n'en as-tu planté sur ta propre maison ? Erreur on ne peut plus funeste... Quand Jupiter alla se faire entendre ailleurs, La belle, ayant enfin conjuré sa frayeur Et recouvré tout son courage, Rentra dans ses foyers fair' sécher son mari En m' donnant rendez-vous les jours d'intempérie, Rendez-vous au prochain orage. À partir de ce jour j' n'ai plus baissé les yeux, J'ai consacré mon temps à contempler les cieux, À regarder passer les nues, À guetter les stratus, à lorgner les nimbus, À faire les yeux doux au moindre cumulus, Mais elle n'est pas revenue. Son bonhomm' de mari avait tant fait d'affaires, Tant vendu ce soir-là de petits bouts de fer, Qu'il était dev'nu millionnaire Et l'avait emmenée vers les cieux toujours bleus, Des pays imbécile' où jamais il ne pleut, Où l'on ne sait rien du tonnerre. Dieu fass' que ma complainte aille, tambour battant, Lui parler de la pluie, lui parler du gros temps Auxquels on a t'nu tête ensemble, Lui conter qu'un certain coup de foudre assassin Dans le mill' de mon cœur a laissé le dessin D'un' petit' fleur qui lui ressemble...

THE THUNDERSTORM (Translation by David Yendley) Talk to me of the rain and not of fine weather, Fine weather turns me off and sets my teeth on edge. Splendid azure skies drive me wild, For the greatest love which was granted me on earth I owe to bad weather, I owe to Jupiter. Love fell down from a stormy sky. With a november ev’ning, straddling the rooftops A dreadful thunderbolt, with deafening caterwauls, Set off its firework display. Leaping up from her bed in her night attire The lady next door came banging on my portal Crying for my good offices. “I’m alone and frightened, open please, for pity’s sake My husband has just left on the hard job he has, How the poor man makes his money Having to sleep outdoors when the weather is bad For the good reason that he works as a sales rep With a lightning conductor firm. Blessing the renowned name of Benjamin Franklin I put her in a safe place snuggled in my arms And then it was love did the rest! You who scatter conductors round in abundance Why did you not stick one of them on your own home? The most fatal mistake to make…. When Jupiter went to make himself heard elsewhere, The beautiful woman, released from her fear And with all her courage regained Went back to her own hearth to get her husband dried. Fixing me a date for all thundery weather A date arranged for the next storm. From that day on, I never more let my eyes drop I devoted my time to observing the skies, To watching the clouds going by, Gazing at the stratus, peering at the nimbus Casting fond eyes on the least bit of cumulus But she hasn’t come back again. Her good husband had secured so much business Sold so many little iron parts on that night That he’d become a millionaire And had taken her away to skies always blue Idiotic countries where never does it rain Where nothing is known of thunder. May God grant that my lament goes forth loud and clear To speak to her of rain, to speak of foul weather That we faced up to together To tell her that a certain deadly thunderbolt Hit its target in my heart leaving the trace Of a small flower that is like her…

This translation has been penned by David Yendley. You'll find notes on this song and many other Brassens' songs with an English translation on his interesting blog.

THE THUNDERSTORM (English version by Andrew Kelly and sung by Graeme Allwright) 1 Please don’t talk about sun, you can talk about rain: All those good weather days were made to drive me insane, And when it’s blue skies – I curse out loud: For the truly great love of my life in this world Was sent in a storm from Jove, the lightning God, When love came down from Heaven’s thunder clouds. 2 One dark night in November a thunderstorm crashed. Above roof-tops that trembled sheets of lightning flashed, And in the tempest high winds howled and roared. Then the lady next-door in a great state of fear And her night-dress came over – she hoped that help was near – She knocked so hard she nearly broke my door. 3 I’m alone and afraid, won’t you please let me in? My poor husband’s out, a storm means work for him; He’s got to earn his keep against the odds. He goes out on the job in the worst kind of weather But the reason is plain – he’s a salesman as you’ll gather. He’s finding customers for lightning rods . 4 And I blessed the inventor, good Benjamin Franklin, As I opened my arms and took her safely within – You know that Love will always find a way. But I wonder super-salesman of lightning conduction Why you made the mistake, and issued no instruction To put one in for her security?

5 Now when Jove and his thunderbolts went off elsewhere And the beauty at last had overcome her fear, And had completely pulled herself together; She went home where she dried out the poor man, but first Made her plans to return if a thunderstorm should burst. We had a date! Depending on the weather! 6 From that moment I never once lowered my eyes, I did nothing but gaze upon the great wide skies And watch the passing clouds that floated free. I would look out for stratus, I would seek out the nimbus, Making eyes to encourage fair cumulus into grimness, And yet she never did come back to me. 7 For that evening her husband had been in fine fettle And the fellow had sold so many bits of metal That he became a millionaire no wonder! So he took her away to the bluest of skies, To the stupidest lands where rain’s not recognized And no-one’s even heard of thunder. 8 Dearest Lord, hear my prayer: send her on my lament, Let it tell her of loving in the storm you sent, Of how we braved the tempest, seized our chance. And of love at first sight – how the lightning engraved On my heart a small flower, I’ll bear it to the grave, A sprig of rosemary, that’s for Love’s Remembrance.

Live rendition by Georges Brassens
Live rendition by Julien Clerc

Recording in English by Graeme Allwright

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Nov 21 - 02:36 PM

Brassens had set his story on a thunderstorm night. This one is set during May 1968 riots

LA BÈLA DE MAI (1978 - Occitan) Lyrics: Alain Sauzel (1943 - ) Music: Georges Brassens (1921-2021) Parlatz-me de tambust, de trucs, de tarabast, Pas de tranquilitat ni mai d’òrdre e de patz. N’ai lo vòmit de la bonància. Per que l’amor mai bèl qu’aguèssi conegut, Lo recacèri un jorn que d’òmes blaus cascuts Tustavan sus la populàcia. Un ser del mes de mai, lo mond de mon quartièr, Fòrças de l’òrdre, flics, estudiants, obrièrs, Se clapavan sus la topina. Ieu, lo morre al balcon, badavi tranquillet. Ausiguèri subran a ma pòrta un tustet Qu’aviá la votz de ma vesina. "Dobrissètz-me, monsen, soi soleta e pauruga. Mon òme m’a daissada, agafant sa maçuga, -Caliá ben qu’aquò arribèsse- Son casco, son bloquièr e son balha-la-mòrt Per se’n anar, content, far son mestièr de pòrc De sergent dins los C.R.S." Grandmercejant lo temps d’aver virat al fuòc, L’ai embraçada e puèi a començat lo jòc De l’amor quora vos emmasca. Paure piòt que cresiás aparar lo govèrn, Al teu ostal auriás degut far ton devèr. Quicòm deu conflar jos ton casco. Los bramaires partits bramar endacòm mai, A primalba calguèt que ma bèla de mai, L’uèlh macat d’endeman de fièra, De raca-còr se’n torne per sonhar son espós Non sens m’aver promés un novèl rendètz-vos Per un novèl passa-carrièra. Esperant aquel jorn, me balhèri de mal Per presicar al mond las grèvas, lo rambalh E las fabricas ocupadas, La batèsta, l’embolh, la cauma de la fam, Los coctèls-molotòv, la tusta, lo çaganh, Ailàs jamai non es tornada. Son cocut aviá pres sul nas tant de pavats Que de la siá patria aviá plan meritat La retirada anticipada, E se l’èra menada cap a’n cèl sempre blau, Dins un país caluc ont jamai tres calhaus Faràn pas una barricada. Baste que ma cançon, per combas e per puègs, Li anèsse contar que, dempuèi aquela nuèch, Mon paure còr, confle de penas, Morís de languison un pauc mai cada jorn E qu’a pas ges besonh, per plorar son amor, De granadas lacrimogenas.

THE MAY BEAUTY Tell me about racket, clashes, uproar, Not about tranquility, neither about order nor peace, I'm fed up with quietness, Because the finest love I ever knew, I found it one day when helmeted men in blue Were bashing the populace. One May evening, the people from my neighborhood, Forces of order, cops, students, workers Were hitting on one another's head. From my balcony, I was quietly looking I suddenly heard a knock on my door That had my neighbor's voice. "Open me up, sir, I'm alone and scared, My husband left me as he seized his bludgeon, -This for sure had to happen- His helmet, his shield and his "death-giver" (gun, I suppose) To go, happy, to do his dirty job As a sergeant in the riot squad (1). Thanking the time/weather to have turned fiery, I embraced her then the game of love When it bewitches you, started. Poor fool who thought you were protecting the government, You should have done your duty at home. Something must be swelling under your helmet (2). Once the bawling crowd gone to bawl elsewhere, At dawn, with dark-ringed eyes Like on the day after a fair, my May beauty, reluctantly had To go back to tend to her spouse Not without promising me a new date On a new demonstration. Waiting/hoping for that day, I made big efforts To preach everybody strikes, disorder And occupied factories, Battle, unrest, hunger strike, Molotov cocktails, fight, disturbance, Alas, she never came back. Her cuckold had gotten so many cobblestones on his face (lit. nose) That he'd well deserved an early retirement From his country (lit. fatherland) And he'd taken her to an ever-blue sky, In a crazy country where three stones Will never make a barricade. May my song, out and about, Go tell her that since that night, My poor heart, swollen by grief, Has been dying from nostalgia a little more with every day, And that, to mourn her love, It doesn't need tear grenades

(1) CRS (Compagnies Républicaines de Sécurité = Republican Security Corps) The CRS are a civilian corps trained in anti-insurrection and antiriot techniques.
(2)= You must be very big-headed.

UPDATE 2023/04/09: the Occitan singer "La Sauze" (Alain Sauzel) passed away on 2023/01/09.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 Nov 21 - 12:36 PM

Yesterday Debra Heller and her mother sang Ma'oz Tsur, in Hebrew.

מָעוֹז צוּר מָעוֹז צוּר יְשׁוּעָתִי, לְךָ נָאֶה לְשַׁבֵּחַ .תִּכּוֹן בֵּית תְּפִלָּתִי, וְשָׁם תּוֹדָה נְזַבֵּחַ .לְעֵת תָּכִין מַטְבֵּחַ מִצָּר הַמְנַבֵּחַ .אָז אֶגְמוֹר בְּשִׁיר מִזְמוֹר חֲנֻכַּת הַמִּזְבֵּחַ רעוֹת שָׂבְעָה נַפְשִׁי, בְּיָגוֹן כֹּחִי כָּלָה חַיַּי מֵרְרוּ בְקֹשִׁי, בְּשִׁעְבּוּד מַלְכוּת עֶגְלָה וּבְיָדוֹ הַגְּדוֹלָה הוֹצִיא אֶת הַסְּגֻלָּה .חֵיל פַּרְעֹה וְכָל זַרְעוֹ יָרְדוּ כְּאֶבֶן בִּמְצוּלָה דבִיר קָדְשׁוֹ הֱבִיאַנִי, וְגַם שָׁם לֹא שָׁקַטְתִּי וּבָא נוֹגֵשׂ וְהִגְלַנִי, כִּי זָרִים עָבַדְתִּי וְיֵין רַעַל מָסַכְתִּי, כִּמְעַט שֶׁעָבַרְתִּי .קֵץ בָּבֶל זְרֻבָּבֶל, לְקֵץ שִׁבְעִים נוֹשַׁעְתִּי כרוֹת קוֹמַת בְּרוֹשׁ בִּקֵּשׁ, אֲגָגִי בֶּן הַמְּדָתָא וְנִהְיָתָה לוֹ לְפַח וּלְמוֹקֵשׁ, וְגַאֲוָתוֹ נִשְׁבָּתָה רֹאשׁ יְמִינִי נִשֵּׂאתָ, וְאוֹיֵב שְׁמוֹ מָחִיתָ .רֹב בָּנָיו וְקִנְיָנָיו עַל הָעֵץ תָּלִיתָ יוָנִים נִקְבְּצוּ עָלַי, אֲזַי בִּימֵי חַשְׁמַנִּים וּפָרְצוּ חוֹמוֹת מִגְדָּלַי, וְטִמְּאוּ כָּל הַשְּׁמָנִים וּמִנּוֹתַר קַנְקַנִּים נַעֲשָׂה נֵס לַשּׁוֹשַׁנִּים .בְּנֵי בִינָה יְמֵי שְׁמוֹנָה קָבְעוּ שִׁיר וּרְנָנִים חשׂוֹף זרוֹעַ קדְשֶׁךָ וְקָרֵב קֵץ הַיְשׁוּעָה נְקֹם נִקְמַת עֲבָדֶיךָ מֵאֻמָּה הָרְשָׁעָה כִּי אָרְכָה הַשָּׁעָה וְאֵין קֵץ לִימֵי הָרָעָה .דְּחֵה אַדְמוֹן בְּצֵל צַלְמוֹן הָקֵם לָנוּ רוֹעִים שִׁבְעָה

ROMANIZATION Ma'oz Tzur Yeshu'ati, lekha na'eh leshabe'ah. Tikon beit tefilati, vesham toda nezabe'ah. Le'et takhin matbe'ah mitzar hamnabe'ah. Az egmor beshir mizmor hanukat hamizbe'ah. Ra'ot save'ah nafshi, beyagon kohi kala. Hayyai mereru vekoshi, beshi'abud malkhut egla. Uvyado hagdola hotzi et hasgula. Heil par'o vekhol zar'o yaredu ke'even bimtzula. Dvir kodsho hevi'ani, vegam sham lo shakateti. Uva noges vehiglani, ki zarim avadti. Vyein ra'al masakhti, kim'at she'avarti. Ketz Bavel Zerubavel, leketz shiv'im nosha'ati Kerot komat berosh bikesh, Agagi ben Hamdatah. veniheyata lo lefah ulemokesh, vega'avato nishbata. Rosh yemini niseta, ve'oyev shmo mahita. Rov banav vekinyanav al ha'etz talita. Yevanim nikbetzu alai, azai bimei Hashmanim. Ufartzu homot migdalai, vetim'u kol hashemanim. Uminotar kankanim na'asa nes lashoshanim. Bnei vina yemei shmona kav'u shir urenanim. Hasof zroa kodshekha, vekarev ketz hayeshu'a. Nkom nikmat dam avadeikha me'uma haresha'a. Ki arkha hasha'a, ve'ein ketz limei hara'a. Dkheh admon betzel tzalmon, hakem lanu ro'im shiv'a.

TRANSLATION

My Refuge, my Rock of Salvation! 'Tis pleasant to sing Your praises.
Let our house of prayer be restored. And there we will offer You our thanks.
When You will have slaughtered the barking foe.
Then we will celebrate with song and psalm the altar's dedication.

My soul was sated with misery, my strength was spent with grief.
They embittered my life with hardship, When enslaved under the rule of Egypt.
But God with His mighty power Brought out His treasured people;
While Pharaoh's host and followers Sank like a stone into the deep.

He brought me to His holy abode. Even there, I found no rest.
The oppressor came and exiled me, Because I served strange gods,
and drank poisonous wine. Yet scarcely had I gone into exile,
When Babylon fell and Zerubbabel took charge; Within seventy years I was saved.

The Agagite, son of Hammedatha, plotted to cut down the lofty fir;
But it proved a snare to him, and his insolence was silenced.
You raised the head of the Benjamite, but the enemy's name You blotted out.
His numerous sons and his household You hanged upon the gallows.

The Greeks gathered against me, in days of the Hasmoneans.
They broke down the walls of my towers, and defiled all the oils.
But from the last remaining flask a miracle was wrought for the Jews.
Therefore the sages of the day ordained these eight for songs of praise.

O bare Your holy arm and bring the end of salvation.
Wreak vengeance upon the wicked nation, On behalf of your faithful servants.
For deliverance has too long been delayed; And the evil days are endless.
O Reject the enemy into the shadows of idolatry, and set up for us the seven shepherds.

Everything above has been borrowed from Wikipedia

On this page in French you'll find 5 different renditions sung on different tunes.
Live rendition by Moshe Bergel
Live choir rendition by The Zamir Chorale & Zamir Noded. Composed by Benedetto Marcello and arranged by Hugo Chaim Adler, at Merkin Hall in 2019, conducted by Matthew Lazar.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 30 Nov 21 - 01:00 PM

Joe Fineman sang "Good King Wenceslas" in Latin. He'd already posted the lyrics back in 2003.

Patty Clink sang "México lindo y querido". You'll find the lyrics on this Mudcat thread.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Dec 21 - 04:39 PM

On Monday Dawn Berg sang "Yn Joarree" in Manx and English.


THE STRANGER - YN JOARREE (Philip) Leighton Stowell (1897-1978)

Cr'en fa ta ny eeanlee 'sy vadran shoh kiaulley,
Myr beagh eh Boaldyn ta'd goaill nyn arrane?
Yn trhshlyn, yn cleeau yiarg, yn drean as yn lhondoo,
Cur failt er'n Oikan y Nollick shoh hene.

Oh,why do the birds sing so sweetly this morning?
They carol so gaily as if it were May.
The thrush and the robin , the wren and the blackbird
Are greeting the Chri-ist Child on Christmas Day

Oh, why in your windows do candles burn brightly
And o’er the bleak landscape send beams far and wide?
We lighted our candles to welcome the Christ Child
Who, if wand’ring homeless, with us may a-bide


You can hear the song sung by Threelegsoman. He says that the part in Manx is the Manx version of the 1st verse in English.
Here are the phonetics for it as given below the YouTube video:

Cren far ta ne eenlee su vardran shore kiorlya
Mer beeack ay Baldin tad goyl nin arrane?
Un treshlin, un cleeow yarg un dreen as un londoo,
Cur felt erin Eekan ur Nollick shore heen

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 20 Dec 21 - 07:11 PM

a' Ghrian - The Sun - sung in a composite of Irish and Scottish Gaelic (The original lyrics were collected in Scottish Gaelic from John McNeil in the Isle of Barra in the 19th century, the tune and the Irish translation are much more recent). https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=168919

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Dec 21 - 12:35 PM

Yesterday, George sang Gaudete.
Since the lyrics in the DT lyrics have no translation, here are the Latin lyrics and a translation borrowed from Wikipedia

Gaudete, gaudete! Christus est natus Ex Maria virgine, gaudete! Tempus adest gratiæ Hoc quod optabamus, Carmina lætitiæ Devote reddamus. Deus homo factus est Natura mirante, Mundus renovatus est A Christo regnante. Ezechielis porta Clausa pertransitur, Unde lux est orta Salus invenitur. Ergo nostra contio Psallat iam in lustro; Benedicat Domino: Salus Regi nostro.

Rejoice, rejoice! Christ is born Of the Virgin Mary – Rejoice! The time of grace has come— What we have wished for; Songs of joy Let us give back faithfully. God has become man, With nature marvelling, The world has been renewed By the reigning Christ. The closed gate of Ezekiel Is passed through, Whence the light is risen; Salvation has been found. Therefore, let our assembly Now sing in brightness Let it bless the Lord: Salvation to our King.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Dec 21 - 12:52 PM

I sang "Ay del chiquirritín", a carol from Andalusia. I think I learned it when I was in 7th or 8th grade.

AY DEL CHIQUIRRITÍN Estribillo Ay del chiquirritín chiquirriquitín metidito entre pajas Ay del chiquirritín chiquirriquitín queridín, queridito del alma. Entre un buey y una mula Dios ha nacido y en un pobre pesebre lo han recogido. (Estribillo) Por debajo del arco del portalico se descubre a María, José y al Niño. (Estribillo) No me mires airado, hijito mío mírame con los ojos que yo te miro. (Estribillo)

AH THE POOR LITTLE BOY Chorus Ah the poor little boy, little baby boy, Baby lying in the straw Ah the poor little boy, little baby boy, Darling boy, beloved boy of our souls. Between an ox and a donkey, the Child God was born And in a poor crib, they received him (Chorus) Under the arch of the entrance porch We can discover Mary, Joseph and the Child. (Chorus) Don't look at me angrily, son of my soul Look at me the same way as I look at you. (Chorus)

Recording YouTube
Another recording YouTube
Live rendition 2018 Christmas concert by Gafete Symphony Orchestra and Choir
You'll find a sheet music and a slightly different translation (Lisa improved it!) on Mama Lisa's World

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 23 Dec 21 - 10:34 AM

Ciúin an Óidhch', a translation of Stille Nacht (Silent Night) into Scottish Gaelic:
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=41727 see message posted 23 Dec 2021

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 07:31 AM

ALE BRIDER (Yiddish) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=39605#562702

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 28 Dec 21 - 07:32 AM

CEARCALL A' CHUAIN (Scottish Gaelic) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=41984#607988

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Jan 22 - 05:58 AM

On Monday Gerry sang...

VOLT IKH GEHAT KOYEKH (Yiddish and English)
(Adrienne Cooper (1946 - 2011)

Ja ba bai bai bai bai
Ja ba bai bai bai bai

If my voice were louder,
If my body stronger,
I would tear through the streets,
Crying: Peace, Peace, Peace.

Volt ikh gehat koyekh,
Volt ikh gelofn in di gasn,
Volt ikh geshrign sholem,
Sholem, Sholem, Sholem.

This song - in English, Yiddish, and Hebrew - was written by Jewish singer, musician, and activist Adrienne Cooper. It comes from a much older Shabbat tune.

Yiddish lyrics in Yiddish characters

וואָלט איך געהאַט כּוח
(קאָפּער)

װען איך װאָלט געהאַט כּוח
װאָלט איך געלאָפֿן אין די גאַסן
װאָלט איך געשריגן: שלום,
שלום, שלום, שלום

Hebrew lyrics in Hebrew characters and transliteration:

לו היה לי כוח הײתי רצה ברחוב הײתי צועקת שלום שלום, שלום, שלום

Lu haya li koach, Hayiti ratsa barechov, Hayiti tsoeket shalom, Shalom, Shalom, Shalom

Live rendition by Adrienne Cooper & Zalmen Mlotek
Polina Shepherd's workshop

You'll find versions of this song in several languages in this thread

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 20 Jan 22 - 07:10 PM

On Mon 17 Jan, Anne Coleman sang Thàlaidhinn Thu in Scottish Gaelic along with the English language Dream Angus which goes to the same air. Both lyrics are posted on the same Mudcat thread: https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=601#886401

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 24 Jan 22 - 01:36 PM

I sang verses 1, 3, 6 + the end.

ATRESSI CO·L SIGNES FAI (Old Occitan) Peirol d'Auvernha (~1160 – 1225) 1 Atressi co·l signes fai Quant vol morir, chan, Quar sai que genseis morrai Et ab mens d'afan. Ben m'a amors tengut el latz E mainz trebaills n'ai sofertatz, Mas pel dan c'aora m'en ve Conosc qu'ancmais non amei be. 2 E doncs qual conseill penrai S'aissi muer aman Qu'ieu joi non aten de lai On miei sospir van! Pero non part ma voluntatz, Si tot n'estauc desesperatz. Pensiu e consiros mi te Cella de cui plus mi sove. 3 El mon tal domna non sai. Dieus, per que l'am tan Que ja non li ausarai Dire mon talan. Gen m'acuoill e·m fai bel solatz, Mais del plus son desconseillatz, Car, s'ieu li clamava merce, Tem que puois se guardes de me. 4 Preiars, lai on non s'eschai, Torn' en enuey gran. Ses parlar la preiarai. E com ab semblan, Et ill conosca o si·l platz. Car aissi dobla·l jois e·l gratz Quant us cors ab autre s'ave, E quant hom ses querre fai be. 5 Franquez' ab fin cor verai Trai amor enan! Autz paratges la deschai, Que.ll ric son truan, Que tan n'i a de rics malvatz Per que·l segles n'es sordeiatz. E domna, que bon pretz mante, Non am per ricor, s'als no i ve. 6 Chansoneta, vai t'en lai, Non ges q'ieu re·il man, Mas ben li potz mon esmai Dire ses mon dan. Digatz li c'a leis es donatz Mos coratges et autreiatz! Sieus son e sieus serai jase! Morir puosc per ma bona fe. Bona domna, on que siatz, Jois si' ab vos e joi aiatz, Qu'eu non vos aus clamar merce Mas sivals pensar o puosc be.

AS DOES THE SWAN (Literal translation by yours truly) 1 As does the swan When it's about to die, I sing, For I know I'll die more sweetly And with less pain. Love held me well in its snares And I suffered many torments, But from the pain I feel now I know that I never loved well. 2 So, what guidance will I take If I die of love, For I expect no joy from where My sighs go! Nevertheless, I never parted from my desire Even if I'm in despair. She keeps me pensive and worried, She whom I remember/(think of) most. 3 In the world I know no such dame/lady, God, why do I love her so? I'll never dare To tell her my desire. She receives me nicely and keeps me fine company But more is advised against, For, if I sought mercy of her, I fear that she would then be wary of me. 4 Prayers where one has no chance Become tiresome. Without speaking I'll plead her And how? With my look And she'll understand if it pleases her to. For joy and pleasure double When a heart agrees with another And when, without seeking it, one does good. 5 Frankness with true and fine heart Draw love forwards! High birth takes it down For nobles are villains, As there are so many rich scoundrels That the world is debased And a dame/lady who keeps her good worth Doesn't love for riches if she sees nothing else. 6 Little song, go away there, Not because I send her nothing, But you can well tell her my turmoil Without revealing my pain. Tell her that my heart is Granted and conceded to her. I'm hers and always will be hers! I can die because of my good faith! Good dame/lady, wherever you may be, Joy be with you and joy may you have; I do not dare to claim your mercy, But at least I can think of doing so.

You'll find a much finer translation penned by Dr Stanley Collin Aston from Cambridge University here (Peirol: Troubadour of Auvergne, S.C. Aston, MA PhD, Cambridge at The University Press, 1953)
Recording by Montjòia (1976)
Recording by La Camera delle Lacrime, Bruno Bonhoure
Rendition by Ensemble: Gérard Zuchetto, Troubadours Art at 12:48


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 31 Jan 22 - 02:36 PM

"'Santiano' is a 1961 song, inspired by the sea shanty 'Santianna', which uses the same tune. The song tells of a ship from Saint Malo bound to San Francisco, which is described as a place of great wealth. The French-language version was popularized first in the 1960s by Hugues Aufray." (French Wikipedia)

SANTIANO (French) © Lyrics: Jacques Plante (1920 – 2003) C'est un fameux trois-mâts fin comme un oiseau. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Dix-huit nœuds, quatre cent tonneaux : Je suis fier d'y être matelot Refrain Tiens bon la vague et tiens bon le vent. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Si Dieu veut toujours droit devant, Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco Je pars pour de longs mois en laissant Margot. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! D'y penser j'avais le cœur gros En doublant les feux de Saint-Malo (Refrain) On prétend que là-bas l'argent coule à flots. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! On trouve l'or au fond des ruisseaux J'en ramènerai plusieurs lingots (Refrain) Un jour, je reviendrai chargé de cadeaux. Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Au pays, j'irai voir Margot À son doigt, je passerai l'anneau Dernier refrain Tiens bon le cap et tiens bon le flot Hisse et ho, Santiano ! Sur la mer qui fait le gros dos, Nous irons jusqu'à San Francisco

SANTIANO It's a fine three-master thin like a bird. Heave-ho, Santiano! Eighteen knots, four hundred barrels, I am proud to be one of her seamen Chorus Hold fast the wave and hold fast the wind. Heave-ho, Santiano! By God's will, always straight ahead, We will sail until San Francisco I'm going away for long months, leaving Margot. Heave-ho, Santiano! To think of it caused me sorrow While rounding the lights of Saint-Malo (Chorus) They say that over there money* flows. Heave-ho, Santiano! You find gold at the bottom of the streams I'lll bring back several ingots (Chorus) One day, I'll return with my arms full of (lit. "loaded with) gifts. Heave-ho, Santiano ! At home, I'll visit Margot At her finger, I will slip the (wedding) ring (Last chorus) Hold fast the course and hold fast the waves Heave-ho, Santiano ! On the sea arching it's back, We will sail until San Francisco

*In French "argent" means both "money" and "silver" depending on the context.
The translation above has been borrowed from Lyricstransate.com to which I made some changes.

Hugues Aufray, live tv show 1961 (32 year old handsome young man)
Hugues Aufray, live 2020
Hugues Aufray, live 2021 (92 year old still handsome old man)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 31 Jan 22 - 04:42 PM

Tonight Jerry O'Neill sang a bilingual (Irish Gaelic and English) version of Is Mise Raifteirí . The Irish words are the original poem. https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=167193

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 31 Jan 22 - 05:40 PM

On 31 Jan, the eve of St Brigid's Day, I sang a medley of two songs in Irish
Gabhaim Molta Bríde (Ó Flannghaile) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=142413#3680006
and
Amhráin na Feidireachta (Ó Maonlaí) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=78856#1424053

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Feb 22 - 02:37 PM

SAN FRANCISCO (1972) (French) © Maxime Le Forestier (1949 - ) C'est une maison bleue Adossée à la colline On y vient à pied On ne frappe pas Ceux qui vivent là Ont jeté la clé On se retrouve ensemble Après des années de route Et on vient s'asseoir Autour du repas Tout le monde est là À cinq heures du soir Quand San Francisco s'embrume Quand San Francisco s'allume San Francisco... Où êtes-vous ? Lizard et Luc, Psylvia, attendez- moi. Nageant dans le brouillard Enlacés, roulant dans l'herbe On écoutera Tom à la guitare Phil à la quena jusqu'à la nuit noire. Un autre arrivera Pour nous dire des nouvelles D'un qui reviendra dans un an ou deux Puisqu'il est heureux On s'endormira Quand San Francisco se lève Quand San Francisco se lève, San Francisco... Où êtes-vous ? Lizard et Luc, Psylvia, attendez-moi. C'est une maison bleue Accrochée à ma mémoire On y vient à pied On ne frappe pas Ceux qui vivent là Ont jeté la clé Peuplée de cheveux longs De grands lits et de musique Peuplée de lumière Et peuplée de fous Elle sera dernière À rester debout Si San Francisco s'effondre Si San Francisco s'effondre San Francisco... Où êtes-vous ? Lizard et Luc, Psylvia, attendez-moi.

SAN FRANCISCO It's a blue-painted house, Leaning against the hillside. We come there on foot, We don't have to knock, Those who live there Threw away the key. We meet together, After years on the road. We come there to sit All around the meal, Everyone is there, At five in the evening. When San Francisco gets foggy, When San Francisco lights up, San Francisco… Where have you gone? Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me! Swimming across the fog, Embraced, rolling on the grass, We'll listen Tom playing the guitar, Phil (playing) the quena, until darkest night. Another will arrive, To tell us news about One who'll be back in a year or two, Since he is happy, We will fall asleep. When San Francisco gets up, When San Francisco gets up, San Francisco… Where have you gone? Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me! It's a blue-painted house, Hanging somewhere in my mind. We come there on foot, We don't have to knock, Those who live there Threw away the key. Filled with long-haired people, Large beds and music. Invaded with light, Crowded with lunatics, It will be the last one To remain standing If San Francisco collapses, If San Francisco collapses, San Francisco… Where have you gone? Lizard and Luc, Psylvia, wait for me!

Translation borrowed from Lyricstranslate.combut I made some changes.
Sheet music

French Wiki entry about the song with a pic of the blue-painted house located at 3841,18th St, Castro District, San Francisco.
Maxime Le Forestier's first recording
Maxime Le Forestier's live rendition


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Feb 22 - 03:03 PM

QUE SERAIS-JE SANS TOI ? © Louis Aragon (1897 -1982) / Jean Ferrat (1930-2010). (Refrain) Que serais-je sans toi qui vins à ma rencontre ? Que serais-je sans toi qu'un cœur au bois dormant ? Que cette heure arrêtée au cadran de la montre ? Que serais-je sans toi que ce balbutiement ? J'ai tout appris de toi sur les choses humaines Et j'ai vu désormais le monde à ta façon, J'ai tout appris de toi comme on boit aux fontaines Comme on lit dans le ciel les étoiles lointaines Comme au passant qui chante on reprend sa chanson J'ai tout appris de toi jusqu'au sens du frisson (Refrain) J'ai tout appris de toi pour ce qui me concerne Qu'il fait jour à midi, qu'un ciel peut être bleu, Que le bonheur n'est pas un quinquet de taverne, Tu m'as pris par la main dans cet enfer moderne Où l'homme ne sait plus ce que c'est qu'être deux, Tu m'as pris par la main comme un amant heureux. (Refrain) Qui parle de bonheur a souvent les yeux tristes N'est-ce pas un sanglot de la déconvenue Une corde brisée aux doigts du guitariste Et pourtant je vous dis que le bonheur existe Ailleurs que dans le rêve ailleurs que dans les nues Terre, terre, voici ses rades inconnues (Refrain)

WHAT WOULD I BE WITHOUT YOU? (Chorus) What would I be without you who came to meet me What would I be without you but a heart in the sleeping wood* But this time stopped on the clock dial What would I be without you but this faltering I've learned everything from you about the human things And from now on, I've seen the world your way. I've learned everything from you as one drinks from fountains As one reads in the sky, the distant stars As you pick up his song from the singing passer-by, I've learned everything from you even the meaning of shiver (Chorus) I have learned everything from you as far as I'm concerned That it's daylight at noon, that a sky can be blue That happiness isn't just a tavern's oil lamp You took me by the hand in that modern hell Where man no more knows what it is to be two You took me by the hand like a happy lover (Chorus) Who talks of happiness often has sad eyes Isn't it a sob of disappointment, A broken string at the guitarist's fingers? And nevertheless, I tell you that happiness exists Elsewhere than in the dreams, elsewhere than in heaven Land! Land! Here are its unknown harbors.

* "au bois dormant" makes reference to the tale "Sleeping Beauty" called "La belle au bois dormant" in French, that literally translates as "The Beauty at/in the Sleeping Wood" (or actually "The Beauty in the wood, sleeping").

"Que serais-je sans toi?" is a song composed and performed by Jean Ferrat. The song consists of four stanzas taken from Louis Aragon's poem, "Prose du bonheur et d'Elsa", published in 1956 in the collection "Le Roman inachevé". "Prose du bonheur et d'Elsa", which is addressed to Elsa Triolet, wife of Aragon since 1939, is a poem composed, first of twenty-two sestets in alexandrines, then of four large stanzas of twenty-four lines of sixteen feet. To establish and give rhythm to his text, Jean Ferrat first took four lines from the fourteenth sestet, which became the refrain of the song, "What would I be without you who came to meet me..." then all of the seventeenth and eighteenth stanzas, and finally the twenty-first stanza, the whole forming a perfectly harmonious continuity. –Google translation of the song entry on French Wikipedia with some changes from me.

Jean Ferrat's live rendition
Jean Ferrat's recording


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 14 Feb 22 - 05:13 PM

Vincent Hearns sang 'S e Fath mo Bhuartha (the cause of my sorrow, Irish Gaelic) tonight. https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=52487#932780

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 14 Feb 22 - 05:20 PM

Jerry O'Neill sang - Cucurrucuru, Paloma (Tomas Mendez Sosa)
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=118930

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Feb 22 - 02:59 PM

ZIGGY (Un garçon pas comme les autres) (French - 1978) Luc Plamondon (1942 - ) / Michel Berger (1947 – 1992) Ziggy, il s'appelle Ziggy Je suis folle de lui C'est un garçon pas comme les autres Mais moi je l'aime, c'est pas d' ma faute Même si je sais Qu'il ne m'aimera jamais Ziggy, il s'appelle Ziggy Je suis folle de lui La première fois que je l'ai vu Je m'suis jetée sur lui dans la rue J' lui ai seulement dit Que j'avais envie de lui Il était quatre heures du matin J'étais seule et j'avais besoin De parler à quelqu'un Il m'a dit : "Viens prendre un café." Et on s'est raconté nos vies On a ri, on a pleuré Ziggy, il s'appelle Ziggy C'est mon seul ami Dans sa tête y a que d'la musique Il vend des disques dans une boutique On dirait qu'il vit dans une autre galaxie Tous les soirs, il m'emmène danser Dans des endroits très très gais* Où il a des tas d'amis Oui, je sais, il aime les garçons Je devrais me faire une raison Essayer de l'oublier, mais Ziggy, il s'appelle Ziggy Je suis folle de lui C'est un garçon pas comme les autres Et moi je l'aime, c'est pas d'ma faute Même si je sais Qu'il ne m'aimera jamais.

ZIGGY (A Boy Unlike the Others) (English Translation) Ziggy, his name is Ziggy I'm crazy about him He's a boy unlike the others But I love him, it's not my fault Even if I know That he will never love me Ziggy, his name is Ziggy I'm crazy about him The first time I saw him I threw myself upon him on the street I simply told him That I wanted him It was four o'clock in the morning I was alone and I needed To talk to someone He told me, "Come take a coffee." And we told each other our lives We laughed, we cried Ziggy, his name is Ziggy He's my only friend In his head there's only music He sells discs in a store It seems he's living in another galaxy Every night, he takes me to dance In very, very cheerful/gay places Where he has lots of friends Yes, I know, he likes boys I should come to terms with it And try to forget him, but Ziggy, his name is Ziggy I'm crazy about him He's a boy unlike the others But I love him, it's not my fault Even if I know That he will never love me

*"gai" can be understood as "cheerful/merry" or "gay", hence the pun.


"Un garçon pas comme les autres (Ziggy)" (meaning "A Boy Unlike the Others (Ziggy)") is a French-language song written by Luc Plamondon and Michel Berger for the 1978 cyberpunk rock opera, Starmania. In 1991, it was covered by Canadian singer Celine Dion for her album, Dion chante Plamondon. (Wiki article about the song)
Starmania is now considered one of the most famous rock operas in French history.
An English version with lyrics by Tim Rice, titled Tycoon, premiered with the release of a studio recording in 1992, which starred Kim Carnes, Celine Dion, Nina Hagen, Peter Kingsbery, Cyndi Lauper, Willy DeVille, Kevin Robinson and Tom Jones. (Wiki article about the musical).


Céline Dion's video clip
Fabienne Thibeault's live rendition

Sheet music on a YouTube video


ZIGGY (English Version)
Tim Rice (1944 - )/ Michel Berger

Ziggy, I call him Ziggy
I'm so hot for him
He's not at all like all the rest
But he's held out and he's the best
Even if I know
He would never go with me

Ziggy they call him Ziggy
I'm so hot for him
And when I saw him that first day
I went and gave myself away
Oh so indiscreet
Oh but he was sweet to me

Four a.m. he's here by my side
Talking, laughing and making friends
Making fun of me too
He can do whatever he wants
I don't mind, but he pretends
Not to see what I go through

Ziggy, my crazy Ziggy
I get weak for him
He lives a life that I can't share
I don't know why but I know where
Oh it breaks my heart
Knowing I'm not part of him

Why won't he try anything new?
I would be his very best
And his first, in many ways
Oh if I were one of his boys
Thin and languid and self-possessed
So in demand nowadays, oh

Ziggy, my crazy Ziggy
I get weak for him
He lives a life that I can't share
I don't know why but I know where
Oh it breaks my heart
Knowing I'm not part of him
Baby, Ziggy

Céline Dion's recording of the English version


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 21 Feb 22 - 06:45 PM

last week I sang An Vailintín Buan, the everlasting valentine, by Risteard MacGabhann and Paddy Ó Mianáin; and tonight I sang Táim Breoite Go Leor, both in Irish Gaelic. Neither lyric is on Mudcat yet

Linn Phipps sang a Scottish Gaelic song, Cadal Chan Fhaigh Mi, also known as Cadal Cha Dèan Mi. https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=66911#1114002

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Feb 22 - 04:26 AM

On Monday, Gerry Myerson sang the Hebrew version of "Happy Birthday to You"

יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ (Hebrew) ,יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ ,יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ ,יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ .יוֹם הֻלֶּדֶת שָׂמֵחַ

HAPPY BIRTHDAY Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday.

Transliteration
Yom huledet sameach
Yom huledet sameach
Yom huledet sameach
Yom huledet sameach


Live rendition
Rendition with transliterated lyrics


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