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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Apr 24 - 02:40 PM

PARLE-MOI DE TA VIE (French) sung by Sylvie Vartan (P.Bourtayre / Y.Dessca) 1971 Voilà trois ans passés depuis, pourtant, ça me semble être hier Et si je t'écris aujourd'hui, c'est que je me penche en arrière Ne crois pas que j'ai des regrets mais j'aimerais bien de temps en temps Que tu m'écrives ce que tu fais, comment pour toi passe le temps Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Parle-moi de ta vie, où en sont tes amours ? Depuis deux mois, me voici mère d'une fillette aux grands yeux clairs C'est fou ! Jusque dans ses manières, c'est tout le portrait de son père Es-tu toujours bonapartiste ? As-tu toujours dans ton salon La grande carte d'Austerlitz, le buste de Napoléon ? Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Parle-moi de ta vie, où en sont tes amours? Moi, je vis confortablement, il est très gentil avec moi Je lui suis dévouée sincèrement mais, c'est si différent de toi Encore un mot, si tu m'écris, si jamais tu en as le temps, Surtout n'adresse rien ici, envoie la lettre chez maman Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Mais, surtout, je t'en prie, ne parle pas d'amour. Parle-moi de ta vie et raconte-moi tes jours Mais, surtout, je t'en prie, ne parle pas d'amour.

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR LIFE It's been three years already, and yet it seems to me that it was just yesterday And if I'm writing you today, it's because I'm leaning towards the past Don't think I have regrets, but I'd like it if, from time to time, You wrote me what you're up to, how time goes by for you Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, Tell me about your life, what about your love affairs? Since two months now, I've been the mother of a little girl with big bright eyes It's crazy! Every little thing she does, she's just like her father Are you still a Bonapartist? Do you still have in your living-room That huge map of Austerlitz, the bust of Napoleon? Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, Tell me about your life, what about your love affairs? I'm living comfortably, he's very nice with me I'm sincerely devoted to him, but it's so different from you One more note, if you write me, if you ever find the time to But above all, don't send it here, send it to my mom's Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, But above all, I beg you, don't talk to me about love Tell me about your life and recount your days to me, But above all, I beg you, don't talk to me about love

Translation borrowed from Lyrics Translate with some edition.

Live rendition by Sylvie Vartan

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Apr 24 - 04:48 AM

On Monday, Gayle sang "L'aquila" in Italian. The song was first written by Lucio Battisti (1943- 1998) and Mogol (alias for Giulio Rapetti 1936 - ) for Bruno Lauzi (1937-2006) who published it 1971.

L'AQUILA (Italian) Mogol (= Giulio Rapetti 1936 - )/ Lucio Battisti (1943- 1998) Il fiume va Guardo più in là Un'automobile corre E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Mezz'ora fa Mostravi a me La tua bandiera d'amore Che amore poi non è E mi dicevi che Che io dovrei cambiare Per diventare come te Che ami solo me Ma come un'aquila può Diventare aquilone Che sia legata oppure no Non sarà mai di cartone, no Cosa son io non so Ma un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo Il fiume va (Sa dove andare) Guardo più in là (In cerca d'amore) Un'automobile corre (Non ci son nuove terre) E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo (Nel quale mi confondo) Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Ma un'auto che va Basta già A farmi chiedere se Io vivo

THE EAGLE (Translation by Gayle) The river goes I look further away A car goes by And leaves behind it Some grey smoke and me And this green world Indifferent because For too long now It hasn't opened its arms to anyone Like me who needs Something more Which you can't give me A car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live Half an hour ago You showed me Your flag of love Which is not really love. And you told me that That I should change To become like you Who love only me But how can an eagle Become a paper kite? Whether it's tied to a string or not It will never be made of cardboard, no What I am? I don't know But a car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live Is already enough To make wonder if I live The river runs (It knows where to go) I look further away (Looking for love) A car goes by (There are no new destinations) And leaves behind it Some grey smoke and me And this green world (In which I lose myself) Indifferent because For too long now It hasn't opened its arms to anyone Like me who needs Something more Which you can't give me A car that goes by Is already enough To make wonder if I live

Recording by Lucio Battisti.
Live rendition by Bruno Lauzi.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Apr 24 - 07:13 AM

On Monday Joan Sacks sang Lu Y'hi.
"Lu Yehi” was written by Naomi Shemer during the Yom Kippur War (1973).

LU YEHI Transliteration Od yesh mifras lavan ba'ofek mul anan shachor kaved Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Ve'im bacholonot ha'erev Or nerot hachag ro'ed - Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Lu yehi, Lu yehi, Ana, Lu yehi Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Im hamevaser omed badelet, Ten mila tova bepiv, Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Im nafshecha lamot shoelet Mepericha ume’asif, Kol shenevakesh - Lu yehi. Lu yehi... Ma kol anot ani shomei'a Kol shofar vekol tupim Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu tishama betoch kol eileh Gam tefila achat mipi Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu yehi... Betoch sh'chuna ktana mutzelet Bait kat im gag adom Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Zeh sof hakayitz, sof haderech Ten lahem lashuv halom Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Lu yehi... Ve'im pit'om yizrach mei'ofel Al rosheinu or kochav Kol shenevakesh lu yehi Az ten shalva veten gam ko'ach Lechol eileh shenohav Kol shenevakesh - lu yehi Lu yehi.........

MAY IT BE Naomi Shemer/John Lennon & Paul McCartney - Noami Shemer Here is still a white sail on the horizon Opposite a heavy black cloud All that we ask for - may it be And if in the evening windows The light of the holiday candles flickers All that we seek - may it be May it be, may it be - Please - may it be All that we seek - may it be. What is the sound that I hear The cry of the shofar and the sound of drums All that we ask for - may it be If only there can be heard within all this One prayer from my lips also All that we seek - may it be May it be... If the messenger should come to the door, Place kindly words on his mouth. All that we seek, may it be! If your soul asks to die Only after blossoming and harvest time, All that we seek, may it be! May it be... Within a small, shaded neighborhood Is a small house with a red roof All that we ask for, may it be This is the end of summer, the end of the path Allow them to return safely here All that we seek, may it be May it be... And if suddenly, rising from the darkness Over our heads, the light of a star shines All that we ask for, may it be Then grant tranquility and also grant strength To all those we love All that we seek, may it be May it be....

HEBREW CHARACTERS

לו יהי

עוד יש מפרש לבן באופק
מול ענן שחור כבד
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
ואם בחלונות הערב
אור נרות החג רועד
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי
אנא - לו יהי
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

אם המבשר עומד בדלת
תן מילה טובה בפיו
כל שנבקש לו יהי
אם נפשך למות שואלת
מפריחה ומאסיף
כל שנבקש לו יהי

לו יהי, לו יהי…

מה קול ענות אני שומע
קול שופר וקול תופים
כל שנבקש לו יהי
לו תישמע בתוך כל אלה
גם תפילה אחת מפי
כל שנבקש לו יהי

לו יהי לו יהי…..

בתוך שכונה קטנה מוצלת
בית קט עם גג אדום
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
זה סוף הקיץ סוף הדרך
תן להם לשוב הלום
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי…

ואם פתאום יזרח מאופל
על ראשנו אור כוכב
כל שנבקש לו יהי.
אז תן שלווה ותן גם כוח
לכל אלה שנאהב
כל שנבקש לו יהי.

לו יהי, לו יהי...

Naomi Shemer's live rendition.
Lu Yehi by Naomi Shemer sung by HaZamir Israel in June 2023.
If you want to dance to it there you go!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Apr 24 - 04:22 PM

On Monday Heather sang the first verse of "Christ lag in Todesbanden", hymn by Martin Luther, cantata version by JS Bach, in both German and English.

CHRIST LAG IN TODESBANDEN (German) Christ lag in Todesbanden Für unsre Sünd gegeben, Er ist wieder erstanden Und hat uns bracht das Leben; Des wir sollen fröhlich sein, Gott loben und ihm dankbar sein Und singen halleluja, Ha-a-al-le-lu-u-u-u-ja!

CHRIST LAY IN DEATH'S BONDS Christ lay in death's bonds Handed over for our sins, He is risen again And has brought us life For this we should be joyful, Praise God and be thankful to him And sing hallelluia, Halleluia!

Whole piece with German, English, French and Dutch translations on ChoralWiki with links to choir sheet music.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Apr 24 - 04:33 AM

Yesterday Gerry sang "Od Yavo Shalom Aleinu" (aka Salaam) by Mosh Ben-Ari of Sheva (1970 - )

Salaam (Hebrew: סלאם‎?) or Od Yavo Shalom Aleinu (Hebrew: עוד יבוא שלום עלינו?) is a peace song by Mosh Ben-Ari, composed while he was in the band Sheva. It is sung in Hebrew and Arabic and has gained popularity in Israeli folk music, especially within the context of the Arab–Israeli conflict.
The song typically begins slowly and somewhat plaintively, and, as it repeats, gradually increases in tempo and excitement. (From Wikipedia

Lyrics of Salaam, from the bridge:

OD YAVO SHALOM ALEINU Transliteration: Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Ve'al kulam Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Od yavo shalom aleinu Ve'al kulam Salaam Aleinu ve'al kol ha olam Salaam, salaam Salaam Aleinu ve'al kol ha olam Salaam, salaam

PEACE / PEACE WILL COME UPON US, YET Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet And upon everyone Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet Peace will come upon us, yet And upon everyone Peace. (Arabic) Upon us and upon the whole world Peace, peace. (Arabic) Peace. (Arabic) Upon us and upon the whole world Peace, peace. (Arabic)

HEBREW CHARACTERS

סלאם‎ / עוד יבוא שלום עלינו

עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
ועל כולם

עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
עוד יבוא שלום עלינו
ועל כולם

סלאם‎
עלינו ועל כל העולם
סלאם, סלאם
סלאם
עלינו ועל כל העולם
סלאם, סלאם

Sheva recording
Live rendition by Mosh Ben-Ari

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Apr 24 - 02:00 PM

LA NOIRIÇA (Occitan) Lou rei a 'na nouriça Pus bèla que lou jour. Lou rei a 'na nouriça Liroun lanfà de lalireta, Pus bèla que lou jour, Liroun lanfà de lalirà. Ela s'es endormida Lo Dalfin al costat Quand s'es desrevelhada L'a trobat estofat Es sortida, pecaire! Per se'n anar negar Lo rei a la fenestra Que l'a vista passar "On te vas, tu, noiriça? Lo Dalfin va plorar. Monta dins ta cambreta E vai te'n cordurar." Al primièr còp d'agulha, Justicia n'a montat. Al second còp d'agulha Potencia n'a dreiçat Quand foguèt sus l'escala Lo Dalfin a parlat: "Pendètz pas ma noiriça Non l'a pas meritat! Aquò es la sirventa Que m'a empoisonat."

THE NURSE The king has a [wet] nurse More beautiful that daylight The king has a nurse Liroun lanfà de lalireta, More beautiful that daylight Liroun lanfà de lalirà. She fell asleep With the Dauphin/Crown Prince by her side When she woke up She found him suffocated She went out, poor dear! To go drown herself The king by the window Saw her pass by. "Where are you going, nurse, The Dauphin will cry. Go up to your [little] bedroom And sew." At the first needle stitch The justice went up. At the second needle stitch, The gallows was put up. When she was on the steps The Dauphin spoke: "Don't hang my nurse, she didn't deserve it! It's the servant Who poisoned me."

This is the Narbonne version of it that can be found in "Anthologie de la chanson occitane" by Cécile Marie, G.P. Maisonneueve et Larose, Paris, 1975. Three Occitan versions can be found in Recueil de chansons populaires, III by Eugène Rolland.

I couldn't find an Occitan rendition of the song but here is a French version of it. The song is originally Occitan.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Mar 24 - 02:34 PM

DAVANT BORDÈU SON LOS BATÈUS (Occitan- Périgord dialect) Davant Bordeu son los batèus, (bis)    E davant Blaia las gabarras. (bis) Lo governor d'aquèu batèu (bis) Es nèt e jorn per las aubèrjas. (bis) Totjorn las cartas a la man, (bis) L'aur e l'argent dessús la taula. (bis) L'autessa totjorn li disiá (bis) "Ne'n fasetz bien de la desbaucha. (bis) - Ne fasqui pauc, ne fasqui pron (bis) Digun repararà mas fautas. (bis) Fòra la tèrra del Solbier (bis) Ela repararà mas fautas. (bis) Se 'quela 'qui pòt pas i aubir*, (bis) Li botarai la de las Granjas. (bis) Se tot aquò pòt pas i aubir, (bis) Li botarem buòus e carretas. (bis) Se tot aquò pòt pas i aubir, (bis) Ieu me n'anirai a la guèrra. (bis) Quand de la guèrra tornarai (bis) Bèla, ne siatz pas maridada." (bis) Quan de la guèrra sei tornat (bis) Tròbi la bèla maridada. (bis) Maudit la nèt, maudit lo jorn (bis) Amai lo mèstre de la guèrra (bis) A la guèrra fo(gu)èsse pas 'nat (bis) Auriái 'gut l'amour de Susana (bis)

IN FRONT OF BORDEAUX ARE THE BOATS In front of Bordeaux are the boats (x2) And in front of Blaye are the gabarres* (x2) The master of this boat (x2) Is night and day in the inns/taverns (x2) Always with cards in hand (x2) Gold and silver on the table (x2) The hostess was always telling him (x2) "You spend a lot of money" (x2) Whether I do little or I do enough (x2) No one will make up for my faults (x2) Except the plot of the rowan: (x2) It will make up for my faults (x2) If that's not enough (x2) I'll add the plot of the barns (x2) If all that can't do it (x2) We'll put in oxen and carts (x2) If all this is not enough (x2) I'll go off to war (x2) "When I come back from the warv, Beauty, don't be married" (x2) When I came back from the war (x2) I found the beauty (girl) married (x2)>br> Cursed be the night, cursed be the day (x2) And also the master of war (x2) If I hadn't gone to war (x2) I would have had Suzanne's love (x2)

* flat-bottom boats used to carry goods. The ones mentioned here would carry wood on the Dordogne River from the Massif Central to the Gironde estuary formed by the Garonne and the Dordogne rivers. Bordeaux is on the left side of the Garonne River upstream from the confluence and Blaye on the right side of the Gironde estuary.

You can hear this version here at 44:50.
Here it's sung to another tune. This version is slightly shorter.

You can find it in "Les vieilles chansons patoises du Périgord" by E. Chaminade and E. Casse, Ed. Cassard, 1903, downloadable from the Bordeaux University website, image #99.
You can also find it in the same pdf at archive.org BUT for some reason some scores are missing.
For those interested and who understand French, you'll find in the introduction of the book a long explanation about the way they transcribed the language in its Périgord variety, i.e. according to its pronunciation but written in the French spelling system. The spelling I've used above is the now standardized Occitan one based on the way troubadours wrote in the Middle Ages and that each of us pronounce according to our own dialect.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 11 Mar 24 - 03:33 PM

I think it's the first Occitan song I learned from my mom.

Los esclòps (Occitan) 1 [Quant te costèron, quant te costèron, Quant te costèron los esclòps?] (x2) [Quand èran, quand èran, Quand èran nòus] (x2) 2 Cinc sòus costèron…. 3 Ieu los batèri… 4 Ieu los clotèri… 5 Ieu los vernèri… 6 Fasián clic clic clic, fasián clac clac clac… 7 Ieu los trauquèri… 8 Ieu los vendèri… …Quand èran vièlhs.

The Clogs 1 [How much did cost, how much did cost, How much did your clogs cost?] (x2) [When they were, when they were When they were new] (x2) 2 Five pence they cost…. 3 I strapped them… 4 I nailed them… 5 I varnished them… 6 They went clic clic clic, they went clac clac clac… 7 I pierced them… 8 I sold them… …When they were old.

You'll find a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Mar 24 - 02:23 PM

Here is a French version of the song I sang last week.

À PARIS Y'A UNE VIEILLE (French) À Paris y a une vieille, ouais ! (x2) Qui a plus de quatre-vingts ans Ran tan plan la vieille Qui a plus de quatre-vingt ans Ran tan plan ! La vieille vint à la danse, ouais ! (x2) Et s'assit près d'un galant Ran tan plan.... Beau galant si tu m'épouses, ouais ! (x2) Te ferai riche marchand Ran tan plan.... Je n'épouse pas les vieilles, ouais ! (x2) Dont je n'ai pas vu les dents Ran tan plan... La vieille se mit à rire, ouais ! (x2) Et montra deux dents devant Ran tan plan... La première était tout' noire, ouais ! La seconde s'en va branlant Ran tan plan... Le lundi il y eut la noce, ouais ! (x2) Le mardi l'enterrement Ran tan plan... La moral' de cette histoire, ouais ! (x2) C'est qu'il faut s' laver les dents Ran tan plan…

IN PARIS THERE'S AN OLD WOMAN In Paris there's an old woman, yeah! (x2) Who is over eighty years old Rat-a-tat-tat, the old woman Who is over eighty years old rat-a-tat-tat! The old woman came to the dance, yeah! (x2) And sat down near a gallant* Rat-a-tat-tat.... Handsome gallant if you marry me, yeah! (x2) I will make you a rich merchant Rat-a-tat-tat.... I don't marry old women, yeah! (x2) Whose teeth I didn't see Rat-a-tat-tat... The old woman started laughing, yeah! (x2) And showed two front teeth Rat-a-tat-tat... The first one was all black, yeah! The second goes wobbly Rat-a-tat-tat... On Monday there was the wedding, yeah! (x2) On Tuesday, the funeral Rat-a-tat-tat... The moral of this story, yeah! (x2) Is you have to brush your teeth Rat-a-tat-tat …

*Here "marriageable young man"

When I was a child, we would sing after the last verse, 'Le meilleur des dentifrices, c'est le dentifrice Tsoin-Tsoin'." (Translation: "The best toothpaste, is the toothpaste called Tsoin-Tsoin." "Tsoin-Tsoin" is the sound cymbales make like "crash clang".

Here I found more verses as follows:

-Le meilleur des dentifrices, c'est le dentifrice Prodent.
-Le bouchon est en plastique et le tube est en fer-blanc.
-En vente dans toutes les pharmacies au prix de cinq francs seulement.
-Achetez plutôt l' grand tube, il est double et coute neuf francs.
-Réductions familles nombreuses, militaire et bonne d'enfants.

The best toothpaste is Prodent toothpaste.
The cap is plastic and the tube is tinplate.
On sale in all pharmacies for just five francs.
Rather buy the large tube, it's double and costs nine francs.
Large families, soldiers and nannies discounts.
French Canadian version
You'll find a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 26 Feb 24 - 08:21 PM

I sang Ceol an Phíobaire in Irish Gaelic. Three of the four verses I sang are currently on Mudcat, along with translation https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=41572

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 26 Feb 24 - 02:38 PM

LA VIÈLHA DE PIBRAC (Occitan) A Pibrac i a una vièlha qu'a mai de quatre-vints ans va dins totas las velhadas per i cercar un galant Repic Aò! la vièlha, aò, la vièlha, que crei n'aver que vint ans! Ela n'es dintrada en dança, dins la ronda dels frigants causís per la contra-dança le gojat le pus charmant (Repic) Ela li ditz a l'aurelha: "Escota-me mon enfant, lo te pagarai botelha, se me maridas d'ongan!" (Repic) "Pas ambe tu paura vièlha! Quand auriatz vint mila francs! -N'ai cent mila dins ma borsa, dins mon còfre n'ai autant! (Repic) -Se n'as tant dins ta borseta, podriàm veser... dins un an! Dins un an! çò ditz la vièlha, nos maridarem doman!" (Repic) Adonc al notari manda de portar de papièr blanc le diluns l'an fiançada, le dimarç la maridam. (Repic) Le dimècres l'a batuda, le dijòus s'en vai plorant. Le divendres èra mòrta, le dissabte l'enterram. (Repic) Le dimenge la novena, le diluns, le cap de l'an. Quand dorbiren la casseta, n'i trobèren... tres pèls blancs!

THE OLD WOMAN FROM PIBRAC In Pibrac there's an old woman who's over eighty years old She goes to every all-nighter to find herself a sweetheart. Chorus Ah! The old woman, ah, the old woman who thinks she's twenty years old. She has entered the dance in the circle of the spry ones, She chooses for the contradance the most charming young man. (Chorus) She tells him in his ear, "Listen to me, my child, I'll pay for your drinking if you get married to me this year!" (Chorus) "Not to you, poor old woman, had you even twenty thousand francs! -I have a hundred thousand in my purse, in my chest I have as much! (Chorus) -If you have so much in your little purse, we could see… in a year! In a year, says the old woman, we'll get married tomorrow!" (Chorus) So, she orders the lawyer to bring white paper On the Monday she was engaged, on the Tuesday she was wed, (Chorus) On the Wednesday he beat her, on the Thursday she was weeping, On the Friday she was dead, on the Saturday she was buried. (Chorus) On the Sunday, the novena, on the Monday, the anniversary mass, When they opened the chest, they found there… three white hairs!

There are many versions of this song in French.

Recording by Arnaud Cance
You'll find a sheet music on Mama Lisa's World page


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Joe Offer
Date: 12 Feb 24 - 02:21 PM

I can't say I mastered Die Seeraeuber Jenny, oder Traeume Eines Kuechenmaedchens (Pirate Jenny), but I had fun singing it on February 5.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Feb 24 - 02:17 PM

QUÉ DIRÁ EL SANTO PADRE (Spanish) Violeta Parra (1917-1967) Miren cómo nos hablan de libertad, cuando de ella nos privan en realidad. Miren como pregonan tranquilidad, cuando nos atormenta la autoridad. Estribillo Qué dirá el Santo Padre que vive en Roma que le están degollando a su paloma. Miren cómo nos hablan del paraíso, cuando nos llueven penas como granizo. Miren el entusiasmo con la sentencia, sabiendo que mataban a la inocencia. (Estribillo) El que oficia la muerte como un verdugo, tranquilo está tomando su desayuno. Con esto se pusieron la soga al cuello, el quinto mandamiento no tiene sello. (Estribillo) Mientras más injusticias, señor fiscal, más fuerza tiene mi alma para cantar. Lindo segar el trigo en el sembrao, regado con tu sangre, Julian Grimao. (Estribillo)

WHAT WILL THE HOLY FATHER SAY Look how they talk to us about freedom, While they actually deprive us of it. Look how they proclaim tranquility, While authority torments us. Chorus What the Holy Father will say, Who lives in Rome, As they are slitting the throat To his dove. Look how they talk to us about paradise, While sorrows rain down on us like hail. Look at the enthusiasm about the sentence, Knowing that they were killing innocence. (Chorus) He who officiates death like an executioner, Calmly he is eating breakfast from him. With that, they got themselves in a mess, The fifth commandment has no seal. (Chorus) The more injustices, Mr. Prosecutor, The more my soul has strength to sing. [It's] Nice to reap the wheat in the sown field, Watered with your blood, Julian Grimau*. (Chorus)

*Julián Grimau García (18 February 1911 – 20 April 1963) was a Spanish politician, member of the Communist Party of Spain, executed during Francisco Franco's Francoist State. (Wikipedia)

Recording by Violeta Parra herself!
Live rendition by her daughter Isabel Parra
1973 live rendition by Quilapayún
2007 live recording by Quilapayún
"Qué dirá el Santo Padre" YouTube page

In this Violeta's recording, the lyrics are slightly different:
Verse 2, line 2 "Cuando nos llueven balas como granizo" (While bullets rain down on us like hail)
Verse 3 the last two lines are swapped with those of verse 4 and vice versa. + "Lindo segar el trigo por lo sembrao" (same meaning -lit. "across what is sown")

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Jan 24 - 02:17 PM

MON VIEUX (French) (Michelle Senlis -1933-2020 Daniel Guichard 1948- / Jean Ferrat -1930-2010) Dans son vieux pardessus râpé Il s'en allait l'hiver, l'été Dans le petit matin frileux Mon vieux Y'avait qu'un dimanche par semaine Les autres jours, c'était la graine Qu'il allait gagner comme on peut Mon vieux L'été, on allait voir la mer Tu vois, c'était pas la misère C'était pas non plus le paradis Eh ouais, tant pis Dans son vieux pardessus râpé Il a pris, pendant des années Le même autobus de banlieue Mon vieux Le soir, en rentrant du boulot Il s'asseyait sans dire un mot Il était du genre silencieux Mon vieux Les dimanches étaient monotones On ne recevait jamais personne Ça ne le rendait pas malheureux Je crois, mon vieux Dans son vieux pardessus râpé Les jours de paye, quand il rentrait On l'entendait gueuler un peu Mon vieux Nous, on connaissait la chanson Tout y passait, bourgeois, patron La gauche, la droite, même le Bon Dieu Avec mon vieux Chez nous, y'avait pas la télé C'est dehors que j'allais chercher Pendant quelques heures l'évasion Je sais, c'est con Dire que j'ai passé des années À côté de lui, sans le regarder On a à peine ouvert les yeux Nous deux J'aurais pu, c'était pas malin Faire avec lui un bout de chemin Ça l'aurait peut-être rendu heureux Mon vieux Mais quand on a juste quinze ans On n'a pas le cœur assez grand Pour y loger toutes ces choses-là Tu vois Maintenant qu'il est loin d'ici En pensant à tout ça, je me dis J'aimerai bien qu'il soit près de moi Papa

MY OLD MAN In his old, threadbare overcoat He would go off, in summer, in winter In the little, cold morning My old man There was only one Sunday a week The rest of the week, he would work To earn money like he could My old man In summer, we would go to the sea You know, it wasn't misery It wasn't paradise either But oh well In his old, threadbare overcoat Several years long he took The same suburb bus My old man In the evening, as he'd come back from work He would sit down without saying a word He was the silent type My old man Every Sunday was monotonous We never had any guests But he wasn't sad about it I guess, my old man In his old, threadbare overcoat On paydays, when he'd come back home We could hear him shouting a little My old man To us, it was always the same old song He'd ramble on about everything—rich people, bosses The left wing, the right wing, even God That was my old man We didn't have TV at home Instead, I'd go out for a walk For a few hours, to take my mind off things That's dumb, ya know! To think I spent several years Next to him without ever giving him a look We barely opened our eyes The two of us It wasn't very clever of me 'cause I could Have walked with him to the bus stop Perhaps he would've liked it My old man But when you're just fifteen Your heart isn't big enough To hold all those things in You see Now that he's far from here When I remember all this, I think to myself 'I wish he were by my side right now' Dad.

Translation by "Maëlstrom", borrowed from Lyrics Translate

Daniel Guichard's 1974 live rendition
Daniel Guichard's 2005 live rendition with French subtitles.
Daniel Guichard's 2015 live rendition.

"In 1962, Michelle Senlis wrote the text My Old Man in homage to her father, a text that Jean Ferrat put to music in 1963. The same year, the song was performed by two singers, Jacques Boyer and Jean-Louis Stain. On November 7, 1963, Michelle Senlis' father died; she then requested the song no longer be exploited. However, in 1974, she agreed to co-sign Daniel Guichard's remake. Later, she declared that she regretted this gesture because she criticized Daniel Guichard for having performed the song in 1973 with modified lyrics without her agreement and that "everyone" hid it from her when signing. Furthermore, following the enormous success by Daniel Guichard's remake, Michelle Senlis said she had a hard time with the 'false connection' that journalists made between Daniel Guichard and the song." -French Wikipedia


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Jan 24 - 02:16 PM

A LA TOR DE MARMANDA Occitan (Gascon) A la tor de Marmanda Bèth presonèr i avè Landerideta Beth presonèr i avè Landeridèr. Arrès non l'i va véder Véder ni visitèr. Senon la bèra Jana, La hilha deu jaulièr. Era li pòrta a béver A béver e a minjèr. "Digatz, Jana, m'aimia Que s'i conda de moèr?" "Non s'i conda auta causa Galant, morir calè" "Puishque cau que jo morí Ça'i, desliga'm lo pè" Autanlèu qui 'sté libre Dehens l'aiga sautè. A la primèr' ondada, Tant pregond s'afoncèc. A la segond' ondada De l'aiga ne sortèc Quand siè sus l'autra riba Per Joaneta cantèc E tant urós de viure, Cent potons li mandèc

IN THE TOWER OF MARMANDA In the tower of Marmanda (Marmande in French) There was a handsome prisoner. Landerideta There was a handsome prisoner Landerider Nobody would go see him, See him nor visit him either. But the beautiful Jane, The keeper's daughter. She would bring him drink, Drink and food. "Tell me, Jane, my dear, What do they tell about me?" "They don't talk about anything but that You, my handsome boy, must die" "Since I must die, Set my foot free" As soon as he was free, He jumped into the water. At the first wave, He went very deep, At the second wave He went out of the water When he was on the other shore For Joaneta he sang. And so happy to be alive A hundred kisses he sent her

Rendition by Joan-Francés Tisnèr

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 28 Dec 23 - 08:26 PM

Bodach na Nollaig, a children's song for Christmas, words and music by Gillebride MacMillan https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=172977

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 10 Nov 23 - 10:12 PM

Nov 2023 Bruach na Carraige Báine (the edge of the white rock)
Lyrics posted at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=26211
(translation and abc tune given at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=10984 )

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Oct 23 - 09:05 PM

On Monday 16th, Gerry sang "Oseh Shalom".

He said, "The version of Oseh Shalom I did, the musical setting by Michael Hunter Ochs, adds one phrase to the Hebrew.
Leaving out the repetitions, it goes,

Oseh shalom bimromav,
hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu,
v'al kol Yisrael,
v’al kol ha olam.

Which can be translated as,
'May the One who makes peace in the high heavens
make peace for us,
for all Israel
and all the world.'

But any actual performance of the Ochs setting will include lots of repetition. The details of the repetition are to some extent up to the singer (or the choir director).
What I sang, including repeats, was this:

[Oseh shalom bimromav,
Hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu,] x3

Ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom,
Shalom aleinu, v'al kol Yisrael
Ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom,
Shalom aleinu, v’al kol yoshvei teiveil,

Ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom,
Shalom aleinu, v'al kol Yisrael
Ya'aseh shalom, ya'aseh shalom,
Shalom aleinu,
V'al kol Yisrael x3
V’al kol yoshvei teiveil.

The last line, 'V’al kol yoshvei teiveil', translates as 'and all who inhabit the earth.'"


Here is the Hebrew text:

עוֹשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם

[עוֹשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם בִּמְרוֹמָיו,
הוּא יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם עָלֵינוּ,](x3)

יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם, יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם,
שָׁלוֹם עָלֵינוּ, וְעַל כָּל יִשְׂרָאֵל
יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם, יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם,
שָׁלוֹם עָלֵינוּ, וְעַל כָּל יוֹשְׁבֵי תֵבֵל,
יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם, יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם,
שָׁלוֹם עָלֵינוּ, וְעַל כָּל יִשְׂרָאֵל
יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם, יַעֲשֶׂה שָׁלוֹם,
שָׁלוֹם עָלֵינוּ
וְעַל כָּל יִשְׂרָאֵל (x3)
וְעַל כָּל יוֹשְׁבֵי תֵבֵל.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 16 Oct 23 - 02:29 PM

Here is the same story but the hunchback is this version is a clever guy!

A L'OMBRETA D'UN ROSIÈR / LO GIBÓS / LO BOSSUT (Occitan) A l'ombreta d'un rosièr Joana s'assombrava (bis) Joana s'assombra en ça Joana s'assombra en la Joana s'assombrava Un gibós ven a passar que la regardava (bis) Que la regardava en ça Que la regardava en la Que la regardava Que regardatz vos, bossut, ieu siái trop pichòta (bis) Ieu siái tròp pichòta en ça Ieu siái tròp pichòta en la Ieu siái tròp pichòta Per tant pichòta que siás cal que siás ma mia (bis) Cal que siás ma mia en ça Cal que siás ma mia en la Cal que siás ma mia Se ta mia vòls que siá cal que ta bòssa saute (bis) Cal que ta bòssa saute en ça Cal que ta bòssa saute en la Cal que ta bòssa saute Se ma bòssa deu sautar, adieu paura Joana (bis) Adieu paura Joana en ça Adieu paura Joana en la Adieu paura Joana

IN THE SHADE OF A ROSEBUSH / THE HUNCHBACK /THE HUMPBACK In the shade of a rosebush, Joan was enjoying the shadow (x2) Joan was enjoying the shadow here Joan was enjoying the shadow there Joan was enjoying the shadow. A hunchback happened to pass who was looking at her (x2) Who was looking at her here Who was looking at her there Who was looking at her What are you looking at, hunchback, I'm too little/young (x2) I'm too little/young here I'm too little/young there I'm too little/young How little/young you may be, you have to be my sweetheart (x2) You have to be my sweetheart here You have to be my sweetheart there You have to be my sweetheart If you want me to be your sweetheart, you have to cut your hump (x2) You have to cut your hump here You have to cut your hump there You have to cut your hump If my hump has to be cut, farewell, poor Joan (x2) Farewell, poor Joan here Farewell, poor Joan there Farewell, poor Joan

You can hear some versions on this song on Occitanica.eu (right column) and watch the recording of a collection at the link at the bottom of the page.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 09 Oct 23 - 02:28 PM

MARION /LO GIBÓS /LO BOSSUT (Occitan) Marion jos un pomiò Que se pimpolhava Que se pimpolhava d'aicí, Que se pimpolhava d'ailà, Que se pimpolhava. Un gibós ven a passar Que l'agachava "Marion se o voliás Seriás ma mestressa" "Gibós per que siague aital Cal copar la giba" Un còp la giba copada Lo gibós plorava

MARION /THE HUNCHBACK / THE HUMPBACK Marion, under an appletree Was dolling herself up Was dolling herself up here, Was dolling herself up there Was dolling herself up. A hunchback happened to pass by Who was looking at her "Marion, if you wanted to, You'd be my mistress" "Hunchback, for it to be so, You have to cut your hump" Once the hump was cut, The hunchback was crying.

This song can be found in many places in different versions. The girl's called Marion (pet name for Mary, now a name of its own), sometimes Margoton (diminutive of Margot, pet name for Marguerite). In all the versions the hunchback deeply regrets to have cut his hump (probably because she didn't want him as a boyfriend even without his hump!)

Savoy version
Lengadòc version

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 29 Sep 23 - 06:09 AM

Cailín Deas Crúite na mBo was sung in Irish Gaelic during the 25 Sept 2023 singaround. Scroll the mainly English language thread "Pretty Maid Milking Her Cow" for two postings of Irish language lyrics in October 2002 by Brian (12 Oct) and by Masuto Sakurai (13 Oct).https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=6543#801524

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 27 Sep 23 - 12:21 PM

On 25 Sept 2023, the day before the first Tuesday of autumn, I sang an Irish Gaelic song, "An Chéad Mháirt de Fhómhair"* https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=48109
(*"the first Tuesday of autumn")

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Sep 23 - 02:10 PM

LA BLANCHE BICHE (French) Celles qui vont au bois, c'est la mère et la fille, La mère va chantant et la fille soupire "Qu'a vous à soupirer, Marguerite mon amie ? J'ai grande peine en moi, et je n'ose le dire - Je suis fille le jour et la nuit blanche biche Et mon père le roi, il est à me poursuivre." "N'y allez plus chasser, sire, je vous en prie, J'ai rêvé cette nuit que vous perdiez la vie." Le roi y est bien resté sept ans sans courre la biche Au bout de sept années, il lui en prie l'envie. "Qu'on selle mon cheval, je m'en vais courre la biche." Il l'a si bien courue qu'au point du jour l'a prise. Quand fallut dépouiller, ne savait plus que dire "Elle a les cheveux longs et le sein d'une fille." Et quand vint le souper, "Où donc est Marguerite ?" - N'est pas bien loin d'ici, elle est dans la cuisine. Son sang est répandu dans toute la cuisine, Et dessus les fourneaux, ses pauvres os y grillent."

THE WHITE HIND Those who go to the woods are the mother and the daughter, The mother goes singing and the daughter is sighing “What are you sighing about, Marguerite my dear? I have a great pain within me and I don't dare say it - I am a girl by day and a white hind by night And my father the king is hunting me." "Don't go hunting again, sire, I beg you, I dreamed last night that you lost your life.” The king stayed for seven years without hunting the hind After seven years, he fancied to do so. "Saddle my horse, I’m going to hunt the hind." He hunted her so well that at daybreak he caught her. When it was time to skin, didn't know what to say "She has long hair and a girl’s breast." And when suppertime came, "Where is Marguerite?" "She's not very far from here, she's in the kitchen. Her blood is spilled all over the kitchen, And on the stoves, her poor bones are roasting."

The tune is from the LP "Le Roi Renaud - Ballades Françaises Jean-Loup Baly, Jean-François Dutertre, Yvon Guilcher, Dominique Regef – Le Chant Du Monde – LDX 74568 – 1975"

Mudcat thread about it
A few versions collected in Canada (in MASSIGNON, Geneviève ; DELARUE, Georges. Trésors de la chanson populaire française. Autour de 50 chansons recueillies en Acadie. New edition [online]. Paris: Éditions de la Bibliothèque nationale de France, 1994 (generated 25 septembre 2023). Available on the Internet: . ISBN: 9782717725933. DOI: https://doi.org/10.4000/books.editionsbnf.438.)

There are many versions of this song 1, Riccardo Venturi's Italian website Antiwarsongs.org

Recording by Pierre Bensousan (different tune)
Recording by Tri Yann (1974) (different tune)
Variations of the tune just above:
Recording by Malicorne
Recording by Eric Montbel
"Complainte de la blanche biche YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Aug 23 - 02:06 PM

LES BELLES ÉTRANGÈRES (French) Michelle Senlis (1933-2020) / Jean Ferrat (1930-2010) Les belles étrangères qui vont aux corridas Et qui se pâment d'aise devant la muleta* Les belles étrangères, sous leur chapeau huppé Ont le teint qui s'altère à l'heure de l'épée Allons, laissez-moi rire, on chasse, on tue, on mange On taille dans le cuir des chaussures, on s'arrange Et dans les abattoirs où l'on traîne les bœufs La mort ne vaut guère mieux qu'aux arènes le soir Les belles étrangères, quand montent les clameurs Se lèvent les premières en se tenant le cœur Les belles étrangères se jurent à jamais De chasser Ordóñez** de leurs rêves secrets Allons laissez-moi rire, quand le taureau s'avance Ce n'est pas par plaisir que le torero danse C'est que l'Espagne a trop d'enfants pour les nourrir Qu'il faut parfois choisir la faim ou le taureau Les belles étrangères, végétariennes ou pas Quittent leur banc de pierre au milieu du combat Quittent leur banc de pierre au milieu du combat.

THE BEAUTIFUL FOREIGN LADIES The beautiful foreign ladies who go to bullfights And who swoon over the muleta The beautiful foreign ladies, under their classy hats Have their complexion that alters at the hour of the sword Come on, let me laugh, we hunt, we kill, we eat We cut the shoes in the leather, we make do with it, And in the slaughterhouses where the oxen are dragged Death is hardly better than in the arenas in the evening The beautiful foreign ladies, when the clamor rises, Are the first to rise, holding their hearts The beautiful foreign ladies vow to forever Drive Ordóñez out of their secret dreams Come on, let me laugh, when the bull comes forward It is not for pleasure that the bullfighter dances It's because Spain has too many children to feed them That sometimes you have to choose hunger or bull The beautiful foreign ladies, vegetarians or not, Leave their stone bench in the middle of the fight Leave their stone bench in the middle of the fight.

*muleta: the stick with a red cloth hanging from it that is used in the final third and obscures the sword
**Ordóñez: Antonio Ordóñez Araujo (6 February 1932 – 19 December 1998): a Spanish bullfighter

Recording by Jean Ferrat
1966 live rendition by Jean Ferrat
Live rendition by Dupont et Pondu

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 26 Aug 23 - 09:00 AM

On Monday Heather Preston sang….

Borrowed from Huapala.org website, a very resourceful site on Hawaiian music and culture.

On their Hanohano_Hanalei page you'll find a link to a music clip and this…

Source: Na Mele O Hawaiʻi Nei - This song was composed about 1924. Manuʻakepa is a bright green seaweed, Molokama, a series of streams that flow thru Hanalei Valley, and Mamalahoa, a mountain peak. Alfred Unauna Alohikea (1884-1936) was born in Waipi`o Valley on the big island, but spent most of his life in Hanalei, Kauaʻi where he composed most of his music. A natural musician, he played by ear and could neither read nor write music. He was famous for his baritone voice and performed with the Royal Hawaiian Band, made one tour of the mainland (1901-02) and played ukulele, guitar, stand-up bass and saxophone. Music clip by Gippy Cooke

HANOHANO HANALEI (Hawaiian) Alfred Unauna Alohikea (1884-1936) Hanohano Hanalei i ka ua nui E pakika i kahi limu o Manuʻakepa I laila hoʻi au i ʻike iho ai I ka hana huʻi konikoni i ka ʻili Aloha kahi one o pua rose I ka hoʻopē ʻia e ka hunakai ʻAkahi hoʻi au a ʻike i ka nani Hanohano Hanalei i ka ua nui Kilakila kahi wai nā Molokama I ke kau ʻia mai hoʻi e ka ʻohu He ʻohu hoʻi ʻoe no ka ʻāina A Hanalei a e haʻaheo nei Kilohi i ka nani Māmalahoa I ka hoʻopē ʻia e ke kēhau ʻElua wale iho nō māua ʻEkolu i ka hone a ka ʻehu kai

THE GLORY OF HANALEI The glory of Hanalei is its heavy rain Slippery seaweed of Manuʻakepa There I felt Tingling cool sensation of the skin Greetings, o sand and rose flowers Drenched by sea spray Never have I seen such splendor The glory of Hanalei is its heavy rain Majestic streams of Molokama Mist covered You are the mist of the land That Hanalei cherishes Behold the beauty of Mamalahoa Drenched by the dew She and I are two Three with the rustle of sea spray

Recording by South Sea Islanders

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Aug 23 - 02:25 PM

This song started as a cabaret song. Now it's known as a children's song.
Normally each line should be repeated.

LE SIRE DE FRAMBOISY (French) - 1855 Ernest Bourget (1814-1864) Laurent de Rillé (1828-1915) C'était l'histoire du Sire de Framboisy, Avait pris femme, la plus belle du pays. Refrain Et tra, et tra, et tra la la la Et tra, et tra, et tra la la la (1) La prit trop jeune, bientôt s'en repentit, Partit en guerre, afin qu'elle murît. Revint de guerre après cinq ans et d'mi N' trouva personne de la cave au chenil. App'la la belle trois jours et quatre nuits, Un grand silence, hélas, lui répondit. Le pauvre Sire courut dans tout Paris Trouva la dame, dans un bal à Clichy. Corbleu, princesse, que faites-vous ici, Voyez, je danse, avecque mes amis Dans son carosse la r'mène à Framboisy. Il l'empoisonne avec du vert-de-gris. Et sur sa fosse il sema du persil, De cette histoire, la morale, la voici : À jeune femme il faut jeune mari, À jeune femme il faut jeune mari.

THE LORD OF FRAMBOISY It was the story of the Lord of Framboisy, He'd taken as wife the most beautiful girl in the country. Chorus And tra, and tra, and tra la la la And tra, and tra, and tra la la la [He] Took her too young, [he] soon regretted it [He] Went to war so that she could mature. [He] Returned from war after five years and a half, [He] Found nobody from cellar to kennel. [He] Called the lady fair during three days and four nights, A wide silence, alas, answered him. The poor Lord ran throughout Paris, [He] Found the lady in a ball in Clichy. "Egad, princess, what are you doing here?" "See, I'm dancing with my friends." In his coach, brings her back to Framboisy. He poisons her with verdigris. And on her grave he sowed parsley, Here is the moral of this tale: To a young woman, a young husband is needed, To a young woman, a young husband is needed.

You can find the lyrics, an English translation, a recording and a sheet music on our Mama Lisa's World page

Recording by René Quequignon with Jacques Lesprit, Lucette Arsonval, Jackie Lacour, Charles Raynald, Marcel Féru>. In this version, he came back from war after 15 years and a half(!!!!!).
Recording by Les devanautes (children)
Another recording sung by Aude Husson Patru

You can read the version below on the BNF website

Avait pris femme, le Sire de Framboisy La prit trop jeune, bientôt s'en repentit Partit en guerre pour tuer les ennemis Revint de guerre après sept ans et demi Dans son domaine tout le monde était parti Que va donc faire le Sire de Framboisy Chercha sa femme trois jours et quatre nuits Trouva Madame dans un bal à Paris Cordieu Madame, que faites-vous ici ? J' dans' la polka avec tous mes amis Cordieu Madame, avez-vous un mari ? Je suis, Monsieur, veuve de cinq ou six Corrrrdieu, Madame, cette vie_là va finir ! Qui êt's vous doncques pour me parler ainsi ? Je suis lui-même… le Sire de Framboisy La prend, l'emmène au château de Framboisy Lui tranch' la tête d'une ball' de son fusil Lui creus' une tomb' avec le bout de son parapluie De cette histoire, la morale la voici : À jeune femme il faut jeune mari.

The Lord of Framboisy had got himself a wife, He took her too young, he soon regretted it. He went to war to kill ennemies He came back from war after seven years and a half. In his estate, everybody had left. What will the Lord of Framboisy do then? He looked for his wife three days and four nights, He found Milady in a ball in Paris. "Gadzooks, Milady, what are you doing here?" "I'm dancing the polka with all my friends." "Gadzooks, Milady, do you have a husband?" "I am, Sir, a widow of five or six of them." "Gadzooks, Milady, this life is going to end!" "Who are you to talk to me this way?" "I am himself… the Lord of Framboisy" He takes her away to the Framboisy castle, He cuts her head with a shotgun ball, He digs her a grave with the tip of his umbrella. Here is the moral of this tale: To a young woman, a young husband is needed,

A blog post about the story and a recording on Dastum 44 (in French)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Aug 23 - 01:55 PM

COMPÈRE GUILLERI (French) Traditional -before the 18th century (Children's song) Il était un p'tit homme Qui s'appelait Guilleri, carabi Il s'en fut à la chasse À la chasse aux perdrix, carabi Refrain: Titi, carabi, toto, carabo *, compère Guilleri te laisseras-tu, te laiss'ras-tu, te laiss'ras-tu mouri**? Il s'en fut à la chasse À la chasse aux perdrix, carabi Il monta sur un arbre Pour voir ses chiens couri**, carabi (Refrain) Il monta sur un arbre Pour voir ses chiens couri**, carabi La branche vint à rompre Et Guilleri tombit***, carabi (Refrain) La branche vint à rompre Et Guilleri tombit***, carabi Il se cassa la jambe Et le bras se démit, carabi (Refrain) Il se cassa la jambe Et le bras se démit, carabi Les dam's de l'hôpital Sont arrivées au bruit, carabi (Refrain) Les dam's de l'hôpital Sont arrivées au bruit, carabi L'une apporte un emplâtre L'autre de la charpie, carabi (Refrain) L'une apporte un emplâtre L'autre de la charpie, carabi On lui banda la jambe Et le bras lui remit, carabi (Refrain) On lui banda la jambe Et le bras lui remit, carabi Pour remercier ces dames Guill'ri les embrassit***, carabi (Refrain) Pour remercier ces dames Guill'ri les embrassit***, carabi De cette belle histoire La morale la voici, carabi (Refrain) De cette belle histoire La morale la voici, carabi Elle prouve que par les femmes L'homme est toujours guéri, carabi (Refrain)

FELLOW GUILLERI There was a little man Who was called Gulleri, carabi He went a-hunting A-hunting partridges, carabi Chorus Titi, carabi, toto carabo, fellow Guilleri Will you let, will you let, will you let yourself die? He went a-hunting A-hunting partridges, carabi He climbed up a tree To see his hounds run, carabi (Chorus) He climbed up a tree To see his hounds run, carabi The branch happened to break And Guilleri fell down, carabi (Chorus) The branch happened to break And Guilleri fell down, carabi He broke his leg And dislocated his arm, carabi (Chorus) He broke his leg And dislocated his arm, carabi The ladies of the hospital Arrived because of the noise, carabi (Chorus) The ladies of the hospital Arrived because of the noise, carabi One brings a plaster Another brings shredded linen, carabi (Chorus) One brings a plaster Another brings shredded linen, carabi They bandaged his leg And set up his arm, carabi (Chorus) They bandaged his leg And set up his arm, carabi To thank these ladies Guilleri kissed them, carabi (Chorus) To thank these ladies Guilleri kissed them, carabi Of this nice story Here's the moral, carabi (Chorus) Of this nice story Here's the moral, carabi It proves that by the women Man is always cured, carabi (Chorus)

* meaningless words
** mouri, couri, instead of mourir, courir –it was the way to pronounce the infintives in "-ir" until the18th century
*** tombit, embrassit instead of tomba, embrassa, to keep the rhyme.

Mama Lisa's World page with lyrics, translation, midi, recording and score.

Recording 1
Live rendition by a children's choir
1958 recording by Les Quatre Barbus

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,diplocase
Date: 03 Aug 23 - 10:05 PM

TODO CAMBIA (EVERYTHING CHANGES)

Written by: JULIO NUMHAUSER of Chile
Made famous by Argentine folk singer Mercedes Sosa d. 2009

Julio Numhauser, a Chilean singer/song writer, left Chile in 1973 due to the dictatorship of Augusto Pinochet. In 1975 he moved to Sweden where he still is living today. There, in 1982, he composed this song dedicated to his country and the Chilean people.

TODO CAMBIA (Spanish) © 1982 Julio Numhauser (1940 - ) Cambia, todo cambia (2x) Cambia lo superficial Cambia también lo profundo Cambia el modo de pensar Cambia todo en este mundo Cambia el clima, con los años Cambia el pastor su rebaño Y así como todo cambia Que yo cambie no es extraño Cambia, todo cambia (2x) Cambia el más fino brillante De mano en mano, su brillo Cambia el nido el pajarillo Cambia el sentir un amante Cambia el rumbo el caminante Aunque esto le cause daño Y así como todo cambia Que yo cambie no es extraño Cambia, todo cambia (2x) Cambia el sol en su carrera Cuando la noche subsiste Cambia la planta y se viste De verde en la primavera Cambia el pelaje la fiera Cambia el cabello el anciano Y así como todo cambia Que yo cambie no es extraño Cambia, todo cambia (2x) Pero no cambia mi amor Por más lejos que me encuentre Ni el recuerdo ni el dolor De mi pueblo, y de mi gente Y lo que cambió ayer, Tendrá que cambiar mañana, Así como cambio yo En estas tierras lejanas         Cambia, todo cambia (x2) Pero no cambia mi amor Por más lejos que me encuentre Ni el recuerdo, ni el dolor De mi pueblo, y de mi gente Y lo que cambió ayer Tendrá que cambiar mañana Así como cambio yo En estas tierras lejanas         Cambia, todo cambia (x2)

IT CHANGES, EVERYTHING CHANGES English translation by Casey (non-singable)           It changes, everything changes (2x) That which is superficial changes Also that which is profound One’s habit of thought changes Everything in this world changes The climate changes with the years The shepherd alters his flock and thus, since everything changes, It’s not so strange that I should change              It changes, everything changes…(2x) The glitter of a fine diamond Changes from one hand to the next the little bird changes its nest The feelings of a lover also change The traveler changes course Though it do him only harm and thus, since everything changes, It’s not so strange that I should change           It changes, everything changes (2x) The sun changes its course so long as night persists The plant changes, and decks itself In green when spring is come The wild things change their winter coat the hair of an old person changes and just as everything changes It’s not so strange that I should change           It changes, everything changes (2x) But my love doesn't change no matter how far away I find myself neither the memory nor the pain of my nation and of my people Whatever changed yesterday will have to change tomorrow In just the same way, I change Here in these far-away lands        It changes, everything changes (2x) But my love doesn't change no matter how far away I find myself neither the memory nor the pain of my nation and of my people What changed yesterday will have to change tomorrow In just the same way, I change Here in these far-away lands        It changes, everything changes (x2)

Live rendition by Mercedes Sosa
New version by Julio Numhauser and his son Maciel -2016 official video clip with English subtitles
Recording by Quilapayún (with pictures from the late 60's/early 70's and nowadays'. All changes indeed! -Monique)
Todo cambia YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 01 Aug 23 - 05:51 PM

in Irish (Gaelic): Cad é sin don té sin? https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=9313

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Jul 23 - 08:55 AM

On Monday Barrie Mathers sang...

TOUS LES GARÇONS ET LES FILLES (French) 1962 © Françoise Hardy (1944 - ) Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge Se promènent dans la rue deux par deux Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge Savent bien ce que c'est qu'être heureux Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main Ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l'âme en peine Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime Mes jours comme mes nuits Sont en tous points pareils Sans joies et pleins d'ennui Personne ne murmure "je t'aime" à mon oreille Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge Font ensemble des projets d'avenir Tous les garçons et les filles de mon âge Savent très bien ce qu'aimer veut dire Et les yeux dans les yeux et la main dans la main Ils s'en vont amoureux sans peur du lendemain Oui mais moi, je vais seule par les rues, l'âme en peine Oui mais moi, je vais seule, car personne ne m'aime Mes jours comme mes nuits Sont en tous points pareils Sans joies et pleins d'ennui Oh! quand donc pour moi brillera le soleil? Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge Connaîtrai-je bientôt ce qu'est l'amour Comme les garçons et les filles de mon âge Je me demande quand viendra le jour Où les yeux dans ses yeux et la main dans sa main J'aurai le cœur heureux sans peur du lendemain Le jour où je n'aurai plus du tout l'âme en peine Le jour où moi aussi j'aurai quelqu'un qui m'aime

ALL THE BOYS AND GIRLS All the boys and girls my age Walk down the street in pairs All the boys and girls my age Know what it's like to be happy And gazing into each other's eyes and hand in hand They go off in love with no fear of tomorrow Yes, but I go alone through the streets, my soul in pain Yes, but I go alone, because no one loves me My days as well as my nights Are totally the same Joyless and full of boredom No one whispers "I love you" in my ear All the boys and girls my age Make together plans for the future All the boys and girls my age Know very well what love means And gazing into each other's eyes and hand in hand They go off in love with no fear of tomorrow Yes, but I go alone through the streets, my soul in pain Yes, but I go alone, because no one loves me My days as well as my nights Are totally the same Joyless and full of boredom Oh, when will the sun shine for me? Like boys and girls my age Will I soon know what love is? Like boys and girls my age I wonder when the day will come When gazing into each other's eyes and hand in hand I'll have a happy heart with no fear of tomorrow The day when my soul will no longer be in pain The day when I too will have someone who loves me

1962 Original recording
1964/09/28 TV show by Françoise Hardy

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Jul 23 - 02:21 PM

It's no masterpiece but my dad used to sing it (that's why I do tonight). I don't know how he learned it, when, where and from whom. There's nothing available about it on the internet.

CAROLINA (French) Je viens sous ta finestrina Pour une dernière fois Car j'ai compris Carolina Que tu te moquais de moi Hier encore je le déclare Je suis parti mécontent Quand j'accordais ma guitare Tu m'envoyas un agent Et pour finir ma chanson Il m'accompagna au violon (Refrain) Pourquoi es-tu cruelle, Oh Carolina belle ? Pourquoi donc te montrer si rebelle ? Oh Carolina, dis-moi pourquoi ! Je t'ai payé des caprices Des Cinzanos au citron Des choucroutes à la saucisse Et des sandwichs au jambon Des chapeaux à grand plumage Qui m'ont couté plus de cent francs Je t'en aurais fait davantage Mais je n'avais plus d'argent Pour toi j'ai été gentil Tu ne m'as jamais dit merci. (Refrain) Par une nuit presque sombre Comme un ancien troubadour Je me faufilai dans l'ombre Espérant un peu d'amour. Mais par la porte cochère Je n'ai pas vu venir ton chien Il m'a mordu au derrière C'est quelque chose que j'ai craint, Mon pantalon est déchiré Je n'ai plus rien à te cacher. (Refrain)

CAROLINA I come under your little window For one last time Because I understood Carolina That you were laughing at me Yesterday again I declare it I left unhappy When I was tuning my guitar You sent me a policeman And to end my song He accompanied me on the violin/to the prison cell* (Chorus) Why are you cruel? Oh beautiful Carolina, Why do you show yourself so rebellious? Oh Carolina, tell me why! I paid you whims Cinzano drinks with lemon, Sauerkraut with sausage And ham sandwiches Hats with large plumage Which cost me more than a hundred francs I would have done you more But I had no more money For you I was nice You never said thank you to me. (Chorus) On an almost dark night Like an ancient troubadour I slipped into the shadows Hoping for a little love. But by the carriage entrance I didn't see your dog coming He bit my behind It's something I didn't like, My pants are torn I have nothing more to hide from you. (Chorus)

*"violon" is violin but also slang for prison/prison cell

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Jul 23 - 12:14 PM

On Monday Barrie Mathers sang "Non ho l'età", 1964 Eurovision Song Contest Winner.

NON HO L'ETÀ (1964) (Italian) Lyrics:Nisa (Nicola Salerno 1910 – 1969), Mario Panzeri (1911 – 1991) & Gene Colonnello (1935-2011) Music: Nisa & Colonnello Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te E non avrei, non avrei nulla da dirti Perchè tu sai molte più cose di me Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te Se tu vorrai, se tu vorrai aspettarmi Quel giorno avrai tutto il mio amore per te Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te E non avrei, non avrei nulla da dirti Perchè tu sai molte più cose di me Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no Non ho l'età, non ho l'età per amarti Non ho l'età per uscire sola con te Se tu vorrai, se tu vorrai aspettarmi Quel giorno avrai tutto il mio amore per te Lascia ch'io viva un amore romantico Nell'attesa che venga quel giorno, ma ora no

I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH I'm not old enough, I'm not old enough to love you I'm not old enough to go out alone with you And I wouldn't, I wouldn't have anything to say to you Because you know a lot more than me Let me live a romantic love Waiting for that day to come, but not now I'm not old enough, I'm not old enough to love you I'm not old enough to go out alone with you If you want, if you want to wait for me That day you will have all my love for you Let me live a romantic love Waiting for that day to come, but not now I'm not old enough, I'm not old enough to love you I'm not old enough to go out alone with you And I wouldn't, I wouldn't have anything to say to you Because you know a lot more than me Let me live a romantic love Waiting for that day to come, but not now I'm not old enough, I'm not old enough to love you I'm not old enough to go out alone with you If you want, if you want to wait for me That day you will have all my love for you Let me live a romantic love Waiting for that day to come, but not now

"Non ho l'età", lit. "I don't have the age" as in Romance languages we're not X years old, we have X years, so we "have" the age or not to do... whatever.

Live rendition by Gigliola Cinquetti Eurovision Song Contest Winner 1964 (the song begins at ~2:15)
Same video but colorized.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 05 Jul 23 - 01:05 PM

On Monday David sang "C'est l'aviron" (aka "M'en revenant de la jolie Rochelle")

C'EST L'AVIRON M'en revenant de la jolie Rochelle,(x2) J'ai rencontré trois jolies demoiselles. Refrain C'est l'aviron qui nous mène, qui nous mène, C'est l'aviron qui nous mène en haut. J'ai rencontré trois jolies demoiselles (x2) J'ai point choisi, mais j'ai pris la plus belle. (Refrain) J'ai point choisi, mais j'ai pris la plus belle (x2) J' l'y fis monter derrièr' moi, sur ma selle. (Refrain) J' l'y fis monter derrièr' moi, sur ma selle (x2) J'y fis cent lieues sans parler avec elle. (Refrain) J'y fis cent lieues sans parler avec elle (x2) Au bout d' cent lieues, ell' me d'mandit à boire. (Refrain) Au bout d' cent lieues, ell' me d'mandit à boire (x2) Je l'ai menée auprès d'une fontaine. (Refrain) Je l'ai menée auprès d'une fontaine (x2) Quand ell' fut là, ell' ne voulut point boire. (Refrain) Quand ell' fut là, ell' ne voulut point boire (x2) Je l'ai menée au logis de son père. (Refrain) Je l'ai menée au logis de son père (x2) Quand ell' fut là, ell' buvait à pleins verres. (Refrain) Quand ell' fut là, ell' buvait à pleins verres (x2) À la santé de son père et sa mère. (Refrain) À la santé de son père et sa mère (x2) À la santé de ses sœurs et ses frères. (Refrain) À la santé de ses sœurs et ses frères (x2) À la santé d' celui que son cœur aime. (Refrain)

IT'S THE OAR On my way back from pretty La Rochelle city (x2) I met three pretty young ladies. Chorus It's the oar that leads us, that leads us, It's the oar that leads us to the Upper Country* I met three pretty young ladies, (x2) I didn't choose but I took the prettiest. (Chorus) I didn't choose but I took the prettiest, (x2) I had her mount behind me on my saddle. (Chorus) I had her mount behind me on my saddle, (x2) I rode a hundred leagues without a word with her. (Chorus) I rode a hundred leagues without a word with her, (x2) After a hundred leagues, she asked for a drink. (Chorus) After a hundred leagues, she asked for a drink,(x2) I lead her to a fountain/spring. (Chorus) I lead her to a fountain/spring, (x2) When she was there, she didn't want to drink. (Chorus) When she was there, she didn't want to drink,(x2) I lead her to her father's dwelling. (Chorus) I lead her to her father's dwelling, (x2) When she was there, she drank many glassfuls. (Chorus) When she was there, she drank many glassfuls, (x2) To her father's and her mother's health. (Chorus) To her father's and her mother's health,(x2) To her sisters' and her brothers' health. (Chorus) To her sisters' and her brothers' health,(x2) To the health of the one her heart loves. (Chorus)

*The Upper Country, (Le Pays d'en Haut in French) was a vast territory west of Montreal including the Great Lakes and wherever the French had explored. It depended on Canada.

More information in this Mudcat thread and this one.

In "En roulant ma boule" Marius Barbeau has the same version with a different chorus (the same as Gagnon's version) but also a different last verse,"À la santé de sa sœur et son frère / Du beau galant qui l'a laissée pucelle" (To the health of her sister and her brother, and of the handsome young man who left her a virgin)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 04 Jul 23 - 07:21 PM

Air an Somme, Scottish Gaelic poem/song about the Ballad of the Somme https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=170063

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Jul 23 - 02:31 PM

L'AMITIÉ (Sung by Françoise Hardy -1965) Jean Max Rivière (1937 - ) / Gérard Bourgeois (1936 – 2016) Beaucoup de mes amis sont venus des nuages Avec soleil et pluie comme simples bagages Ils ont fait la saison des amitiés sincères La plus belle saison des quatre de la Terre Ils ont cette douceur des plus beaux paysages Et la fidélité des oiseaux de passage Dans leurs cœurs est gravée une infinie tendresse Mais parfois dans leurs yeux se glisse la tristesse Alors, ils viennent se chauffer chez moi Et toi aussi, tu viendras Tu pourras repartir au fin fond des nuages Et de nouveau sourire à bien d'autres visages Donner autour de toi un peu de ta tendresse Lorsqu'un autre voudra te cacher sa tristesse Comme l'on ne sait pas ce que la vie nous donne Il se peut qu'à mon tour je ne sois plus personne S'il me reste un ami qui vraiment me comprenne J'oublierai à la fois mes larmes et mes peines Alors, peut-être je viendrai chez toi Chauffer mon cœur à ton bois

FRIENDSHIP Many of my friends came from the clouds With sun and rain as mere baggage They made the season of sincere friendships The most beautiful season of the four of the Earth They have this sweetness of the most beautiful landscapes And the loyalty of passing birds In their hearts is engraved an infinite tenderness But sometimes in their eyes, sadness slips So they come to warm up at my house And you too, you will come You'll be able to go back to the depths of the clouds And to smile again to many other faces To give around you a little of your tenderness When someone else will want to hide their sadness from you As we don't know what life gives us I might in my turn not be anyone any longer If I have a friend left who really understands me I will forget both my tears and my sorrows Then maybe I'll come to your house To warm my heart to your wood

Live rendition on TV by Françoise Hardy

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Subject: ADD: L'Aquila (Lucio Battisti)
From: Joe Offer
Date: 28 Jun 23 - 07:06 PM

From Gayle on 26 June 2023

L'AQUILA
(Lucio Battisti)

Il fiume va Guardo più in là Un'automobile corre E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Un'auto che va Basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo Mezz'ora fa Mostravi a me La tua bandiera d'amore Che amore poi non è E mi dicevi che Che io dovrei cambiare Per diventare come te Che ami solo me Ma come un'aquila può Diventare aquilone Che sia legata oppure no Non sarà mai di cartone, no Cosa son io non so Ma un'auto che va Basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo Basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo Il fiume va, sa dove andare Guardo più in là in cerca d'amore Un'automobile corre, non ci son nuove terre E lascia dietro sé Del fumo grigio e me E questo verde mondo nel quale mi confondo Indifferente perché Da troppo tempo, ormai Apre le braccia a nessuno Come me che ho bisogno Di qualche cosa di più Che non puoi darmi tu Ma un'auto che va Basta già a farmi chiedere se io vivo

The river goes I look further A car runs And leave behind Grey smoke and me And this green world Indifferent because For too long now It opens its arms to no one Like me who need Something more That you can't give me A car that goes It is enough to make me wonder if I live Half an hour ago You showed me Your flag of love What love then is not And you told me that That I should change To become like you That you love only me But how an eagle can Become a kite Whether it is related or not It will never be cardboard, no I don't know what I am But a car that goes It is enough to make me wonder if I live It is enough to make me wonder if I live The river goes, knows where to go I look further in search of love A car runs, there are no new lands And leave behind Grey smoke and me And this green world in which I get confused Indifferent because For too long, now It opens its arms to no one Like me who need Something more That you can't give me But a car that goes It is enough to make me wonder if I live (automatic translation - corrected by Mudcatter Cattia Salto)

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Lucio Battisti / Mogol

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And Martin Ryan sang Plaisir d'Amour

And Gerry Myerson sang Un Canadien Errant

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 12 Jun 23 - 06:23 PM

Éirigh Suas a Stóirin - Rise up my darling - Irish Gaelic
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=172473

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Jun 23 - 02:06 PM

La femme du Président (French sea shanty) 1. C'est dans la ville de Bordeaux Qu'est arrivé trois beaux vaisseaux, Les matelots, qui sont dedans, Ce sont, ma foi, de bons enfants Refrain : Il est temps de prendre un ris Le vent va souffler cette nuit ! 2. Y a une dame dans Bordeaux Qui est amoureuse d'un matelot, "Ma servante, va me chercher Un matelot pour m'assurer !" 3. "Beau matelot, mon bel ami, Madame m'envoie vous accueillir, Montez en haut, c'est au premier, Collation vous y ferez". 4. "Madame que me voulez donc Moi qui suis matelot tout du long ?" "Monsieur entrez dans mon salon La collation nous y ferons !" 5. La collation a duré Trois jours, trois nuits sans décesser, Mais au bout de trois jours passés, Le matelot s'est ennuyé. 6. Le matelot s'est ennuyé, Par la fenêtre a regardé : "Madame, donnez-moi congé, Il fait beau temps, j' veux m'en aller". 7. "Beau matelot, si tu t'en vas, Bien mal de moi tu parleras, Tiens voilà cent écus comptés, Sera pour boire à ma santé." 8. Le matelot en s'en allant Fit la rencontre du Président : "Beau président je suis content, J'ai eu ta femme et ton argent". 9. "Beau matelot, mon bel ami, Répète-moi ce que t'as dit." "Monsieur, je dis qu'il fait beau temps Pour aller sur la mer voguant". 10. Le matelot, dans son vaisseau, S' mit à chanter des airs nouveaux : "Vive les dames de Bordeaux Qui payent à boire aux matelots !"

The President's Wife 1. It's in the city of Bordeaux That three fine ships arrived, The sailors, who are inside, They are, my faith, easy-going young men. Chorus It's time to reef the sail The wind is going to blow tonight! 2. There is a lady in Bordeaux Who is in love with a sailor, "My servant, fetch me A sailor to belay me!" 3. "Handsome/fine sailor, my handsome friend, Madam sends me to welcome you, Go upstairs, it's on the first story, A light meal you will have there". 4. "Madam, what do you want from me Me who am a sailor all along?" "Sir come into my living room The afternoon tea we will have there!" 5. The afternoon tea lasted Three days, three nights without ceasing, But after three days, The sailor got bored. 6. The sailor got bored, Looked out the window, "Madam, give me my leave, The weather is good, I want to go". 7. "Handsome/fine sailor, if you go away, Very badly of me you will speak, Here are a counted hundred crowns, It will be to drink to my health." 8. The sailor on leaving Met the President: "Fine president, I'm happy, I got your wife and your money." 9. "Handsome sailor, my fine friend, Repeat what you said." "Sir, I say it's a fine weather To go sailing on the sea ". 10. The sailor on his ship Began to sing new tunes: "Long live the ladies of Bordeaux Who pay drinks to the sailors !"

This song was collected in Chansons nationales et populaires de France by Dumersan.
The comment before the song reads (translated) The memory of this song has been preserved by a clown from the Boulevard du Temple, named Rousseau, who paraded in front of the door of the Malaga high-rope dancer's show, around 1800, before the famous Bobèche. It is one of those songs of sailors which are sung at seaports, and which lack neither gaiety nor originality.

Version "located" in Saint-Malo
Another set of lyrics recorded by La Bricole on a different tune.
Another set of lyrics sung by Les Marins d'Iroise
Another set of lyrics sung by the group Nordet
This song is also known in Canada. Here is a version sung by the Quebec band Serre l'Écoute.

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Subject: Lyrics: Maria Chuchena
From: Terry SoRelle
Date: 07 Jun 23 - 10:17 AM

This is a song from the state of Veracruz, Mexico. There are hundreds of different versions in practically every mexican idiom: Son Jorocho, conjunto, marichi, even cumbia.

This version if from an album by Krishnasol Jimenez, Maria Kiehr and Roberto Koch, 'Navigating Foreign Waters'. Their arrangments combine Spanish Baroque compositions with mexican traditional son. This one uses a tune for 17th Century composter, Santiago de Murcia

More information and liner notes download is at: https://www.brilliantclassics.com/articles/n/navigating-foreign-waters-spanish-baroque-music-mexican-folk-music/

The song is about a fisherman who falls in love with the lovely Maria Chuchena who bathes at the mouth of the river near the sea. He calls to her to swim out to his boat so they can swim away. That's the whole story, the rest is birds, Butterflys, flowers, fragrances, a falling star and a non-sencical refrain about 'roofing your house' (go figure).

MARÍA CHUCHENA Spanish lyrics and translation follow: Por aquí pasó volando una linda chuparrosa una linda chuparrosa por aquí pasó volando, y en su piquito llevaba dos claveles y una rosa que el viento le deshojaba como blanca mariposa. María Chuchena bótate al agua junto a la proa de mi piragua María Chuchena bótate al mar a navegar y le decía: María María no techo tu casa no techo la mía no techo tu casa no techo la mía no techo la casa de María García. Lucero brillante hermoso baja del quinto planeta que yo pondré en tu peineta un tulipán oloroso. María Chuchena se fue a bañar a orillas del río a orillas del mar María Chuchena se estaba bañando y el pescador la estaba mirando y le decía María María no techo tu casa no techo la mía no techo tu casa no techo la mía no techo la casa de María García. Dime qué flor te acomoda para írtela a cortar azucena o amapola o maravilla del mar azucena o amapola o maravilla del mar para cuando estés tú sola tengas con quien platicar. María Chuchena bótate al río junto a la proa de mi navío María Chuchena bótate al mar a navegar y le decía: María María... Ya me voy flor de sabana perfumado amanecer con el sol de la mañana quisiera volverte a ver con el sol de la mañana quisiera volverte a ver como rosa campirana y no dejarte de oler. María Chuchena se fue a bañar…

MARÍA CHUCHENA English: This way flew a beautiful hummingbird, a beautiful hummingbird this way flew. And it carried two carnations and a rose in its beak, whose leaves the wind stripped like a white butterfly. María Chuchena, jump into the water by the prow of my canoe. María Chuchena, jump into the sea to sail away, and he told her: María, María, I don’t roof your house, I don’t roof mine, I don’t roof your house, I don’t roof mine, I don’t roof the house, of María García. Beautiful, bright star, come down from the fifth planet, for I will place in your comb a fragrant tulip. María Chuchena went to bathe by the riverside, by the seaside. María Chuchena was bathing, and a fisherman looked at her, and he told her: María, María, I don’t roof your house, I don’t roof mine, I don’t roof your house, I don’t roof mine, I don’t roof the house, of María García. Tell me what flower you like so that I can gather it for you, white lily or poppy or wonder of the sea? White lily or poppy or wonder of the sea? So when you are alone you have someone to talk with. María Chuchena, jump into the water by the prow of my canoe. María Chuchena, jump into the sea to sail away, and he told her: María, María… I’m leaving now, flower of the plain, fragrant dawn, I would like to see you again with tomorrow’s sun. I would like to see you again with tomorrow’s sun like a rose from the fields, and not stop smelling you. María Chuchena went to bathe…

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Subject: Lyrics: Los Laureles
From: Terry SoRelle
Date: 07 Jun 23 - 10:03 AM

At Monique's request. Here are the lyrics to 'Los Laureles'. It is a Mexican folksong and mariachi standard:

¡Ay, qué laureles tan verdes! ¡Qué rosas tan encendidas! Si piensas abandonarme mejor quítame la vida Alza los ojos a verme Si no estás comprometido Eres mata de algodón Que vives en el capullo Ay, que tristeza me da Cuando te llenas de orgullo De ver a mi corazón Enredado con el tuyo Eres rosa de Castilla Que solo en mayo se ve Quisiera hacerte un invite Pero la verdad no sé Si tienes quien te lo evite Mejor me separaré Por ahí va la despedida Chinito por tus quereres La perdición de los hombres Son las benditas mujeres Y aquí se acaban cantando Los versos de los laureles

Oh, what green laurel trees! What flaming roses! If you are thinking of leaving me Better to take away my life. Raise your eyes to look at me If you’re not promised to another. Your are a little sprout of cotton That lives in the bud, How sad it makes me When you get full of pride To see my heart Entangled with yours, You are a rose of Castille, That’s only seen in May, I’d like to make you an invitation, But, really, I don’t know, If you have someone to prevent it, Better that I leave. Now comes the farewell, Chinita for your love, The downfall of men Are the blessed women, And here we end the singing The verses of the laurel trees.

(Chinita is an affectionate word for a woman with Asian features)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 07 Jun 23 - 08:31 AM

On Monday Jaras sang...

РЕВЕ́ ТА СТО́ГНЕ ДНІПР ШИРО́КИЙ 1. Реве та стогне Дніпр широкий, Сердитий вітер завива, Додолу верби гне високі, Горами хвилю підійма. 2. І блідий місяць на ту пору Із хмари де-де виглядав, Неначе човен в синім морі, То виринав, то потопав. 3. Ще треті півні не співали, Ніхто ніде не гомонів, Сичі в гаю перекликались, Та ясен раз у раз скрипів.

THE WIDE DNIEPER ROARS AND GROANS 1. The wide Dnieper roars and groans, The angry wind howls, Bending down the tall willows, Rising mountain-like waves. 2. And the pale moon at that time Peeks out from the clouds, Like a boat in a deep-blue sea, That rises and sinks. 3. The third rooster had not yet crowed, No one was making any noise, The owls in the grove were calling, And the ash tree creaked now and then

Transliteration:

Reve ta stohne Dnipr shyrokyy

Reve ta stohne Dnipr shyrokyy,
Serdytyy viter zavyva,
Dodolu verby hne vysoki,
Horamy khvylyu pidiyma.

I blidyy misyats' na tu poru,
Iz khmary de-de vyhlyadav,
Nenache choven v synim mori
To vyrynav, to potopav.

Shche treti pivni ne spivaly,
Nikhto nide ne homoniv,
Sychi v hayu pereklykalys',
Ta yasen raz-u-raz skrypiv.

You can find the whole Shevchenko's poem and an English translation on Lyrics Translate site

Sheet music
A choir rendition
Other videos: Reve ta stohne Dnipr shyrokyy YouTube page

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 06 Jun 23 - 01:49 AM

On May29th Jim Lucas sang…

O! DEN SKØNNE, SKØNNE MAJ! (majsang) nr. 219 in Danmarks melodibog |: O! den skønne, skønne Maj! :| Rundt paa Mark og Høje staa med aabent Øje Blomster smaa paa hver en Vej. |: O! den skønne, skønne Maj! :| Herlig, herlig er den skønne Maj! |: O, Natur, hvor skøn er du! :| Træets Knopper svulmer. Livet stille ulmer i hvert lille Frøkorn nu. |: O, Natur, hvor skøn er du! :| Herlig, herlig, o, Natur, er du! |: O, den friske Morgenluft! :| Blomster, Græs og Blade Duggens Perler bade, rundt sig spreder søde Duft. |: O, den friske Morgenluft! :| Herlig, herlig kvæger Morgenluft! |: Overalt er Jubelklang! :| Fuglen muntert triller, og mens hyrden spiller, lyder Pigens glade Sang. |: Overalt er Jubelklang! :| Herlig, herlig toner Glædens Sang!

OH! THE LOVELY, LOVELY MAY! (May song) English singable translation by Jim Lucas |: Oh! the lovely, lovely May! :| 'Round the fields and heights stand with open eyes Little flowers on every way. |: Oh! the lovely, lovely May! :| Glorious, glorious is the lovely May! |: O, Nature, how lovely you are! :| Buds of the tree swell. Life wakes that was still, in every little seed there. |: O, Nature, how sweet you are! :| Glorious, glorious, O Nature, you are! |: O, the fresh morning air! :| Flowers, Grass and Leaves Each dewdrop pearl bathes, all around spreads fragrant air. |: O, the fresh morning air! :| Glorious, glorious blows the morning air! |: Joyous cheers are everywhere! :| The bird trills on its way, and while the shepherd plays, the girl sings a happy air. |: Cheers are everywhere! :| Glorious, glorious tones of the joyous song!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 05 Jun 23 - 05:36 PM

Steve sang

MICHÁLEK Ta uninská rola černo pooraná Zabil tam pacholka ujhéli z unína Vy tetko doračko smutná neveselá Vezem vám synáčka v halénečce z pola Vy tetko doračko nic sa nelekajte Na vašeho synka bielú plachtu dajte Michale michálku kdo je ti příčina Kdo by byl matičko ujhéli z unína Pošlite matičko Pro tých knězú kbelských Já sa vyzpovídám svojich hříchú těžkých A proč ty michálku Kbelských knězú žádáš Avšak ty michálku tolik hříchú nemáš Jestli si já matičko tolik hříchú neměl Však jsem já nejednu panenku podvédel A ten kbelský cinter kolem malovaný Leží tam michálek pěkně pochovaný Na jeho hrobečku rozmarýn zelený Těm kbelským pacholkom Roste na znamení

YOUNG MICHAL (MICHAEL) Plowed black fertile ground of Unín Young lad was killed there and they rushed from Unín Aunty Dora, sad and gloomy We are carying your son from the field Aunty Dora, don´t be frightened Cover your son with white cloth Michal, my Mickey, who did that to you Who would that be, mother, they rushed from Unín Send, mama dear For the priests from Kbely I will make a confession of my heavy sins And why, Mickey Do you ask for the priests from Kbely You haven´t commited that many sins How could you tell I haven´t commited many sins, mama dear When I cheated on so many maids The painted cemetary of Kbely Little Michal is lying there, buried nicely Green rosemary on his grave Is growing as a warning to all the rascals of Kbely

Translation borrowed from Lyrics Translate

Recording by Čechomor
Live rendition by Čechomor


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST
Date: 05 Jun 23 - 03:43 PM

ZA FALA FALA Lyrics: Jaroslaw Tomczyk (Jaras) based on "Wave Over Wave" by Jim Payne tune: "Quare Bungle Rye" Ja jestem Able Rogers, marynarz i chwat Mój szkuner trzymasztowy, jest dla mnie jak brat Oplynalem juz ziemie w wzdluz poprzek i wszerz Lecz na slonym pustkowiu najlepiej mi jest Z wiatrem pod wiatr, za fala fala Tak bardzo szczesliwy jak morze pozwala Bo cóz dla zeglarza takiego jak ja Wazniejsze niz morze, zaloga i jacht Skorupa, maszty, zagle, to caly mój swiat Robota jest ciezka, znój pot lzy i krew Lecz rece mam silne i pewnosc mam ze Gdy skonczymy charówe, przytuli nas port W nim tance i spiewy, whiskey najlepszy sort Z wiatrem pod wiatr… Dziesiec miesiecy w roku o dom zona dba By w kominku skrzyl ogien, dzieci rosly jak trza I nie moze pojac jak to jest ze maz Zamiast siedziec przy zonie, na morze gna wciaz Z wiatrem pod wiatr… Czterdziesci lat w morzu, przy linach za sterem Czasami pomysle, ech rzuc to w cholere Co mnie tutaj trzyma: ziab, deszcz czy brak snu (lecz) Gdybym mógl dzisiaj wybrac, morze wybralbym znów Z wiatrem pod wiatr, za fala fala Tak bardzo szczesliwy jak moze pozwala Bo cóz dla zeglarza takiego jak ja Wazniejsze niz morze, zaloga i jacht Skorupa, maszty, zagle, to caly mój swiat

WAVE OVER WAVE lyrics \: Jim Payne Me name's Abel Rogers, a shareman am I, On a three-masted schooner from Twillingate Isle; I've been the world over, north, south, east, and west, But the middle of nowhere's where I like it best. Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow, I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow; There's no other life for a sailor like me, But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea; There's no other life but to sail the salt sea. The work it is hard and the hours are long, My spirit is willing, my back it is strong; And when our work's over then whiskey we'll pour, We'll dance with the girls upon some foreign shore. Where it's wave over wave… I'd leave my wife lonely ten months of the year, She made me a home and raised my children dear; But she'd never come out to bid farewell to me, Or ken why a sailor must sail the salt sea. Where it's wave over wave… I've sailed the wide oceans four decades or more, And many times wondered what I do it for; I don't know the answer, it's pleasure and pain, With life to live over, I'd do it again. Where it's wave over wave, sea over bow, I'm as happy a man as the sea will allow; There's no other life for a sailor like me, But to sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea; There's no other life but to sail the salt sea. Sail the salt sea, boys, sail the sea; There's no other life but to sail the salt sea.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 05 Jun 23 - 02:33 PM

LO ROSSINHÒU MESSATGIER (Provençal) Pèr un dimenge de matin Ai pres lei claus de mon jardin Pèr n'en culhir la violeta La blanca flor dau jaussemin Pèr ne'n fair' un boque' a ma mia Avans de sortir dau jardin Quand lo boquet es estat fach Sabiáu pas pèr cu lo mandar L'i a 'gut lo rossinhòu sauvatge Lo messatgier deis amorós: "Pèr ieu, vòs-tu fair' un messatge A ma mia, la Blancaflor?" Lo rossinhòu a pas mancat Dau jòli* bòsc s'es envolat Sus la fenèstra de la bèla Lo rossinhòu a fach tres torns: "Revelhatz-vos la graciosa, Vos aduse un boquet de flors!" Que Dieu benisse* lei saluts E mai aqueu que leis adutz Ne'n ai bèn d'autres calenhaires Ne'n ai bèn d'autreis amorós Ne'n ai bèn d'autres calenhaires Mai pèr aqueu, pòrta la flor. "Bèla, quand siáu en quauqua part Parle de vos, siáu jamai las, Parle que de vòstrei "louangis*" Ambé de vòstre bòn renom Que siatz polida coma un "angi*", Semblatz la filha d'un baron!"

THE MESSENGER NIGHTINGALE On a Sunday morning I took the keys of my garden To pick up violets, White jasmine flowers To make a bouquet for my sweetheart Before leaving my garden. When the bouquet was made I didn't know who to send it by, There was the wild nightingale, The lovers' messenger: "Will you take a message for me To my sweetheart, Blancaflor (Whiteflower) The nightingale didn't fail, He flew from the pretty wood To the beauty's window The nightingale turned three times, "Wake up, you gracious one, I bring you a bouquet of flowers!" "May God bless the greetings And also the one who brings them. I do have other suitors, I do have other lovers I do have other suitors But for this one, bring the flower." "Beauty, when I am somewhere, I talk about you, I'm never tired, I talk only about your praises, And about your good renown, About your being pretty like an angel, You look like a baron's daughter!"

*The words with an asterisk are provençalized French words


Collected by Damase Arbaud in "Chants populaires de la Provence", published in 1864 (or here.
Also published in "Cantam provencau, cançonier dau calen" in 1977 and 1994 by Luciana Porte-Marrou

Incomplete recording by Trobaritz d'Oc

Slightly different version by Renat Sette & Pierre Bonnet

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 26 May 23 - 01:45 PM

On May 1st, Joe Fineman sang part of "Moscow May"

МОСКВА МАЙСКАЯ Утро красит нежным светом Стены древнего Кремля, Просыпается с рассветом Вся Советская земля. Холодок бежит за ворот, Шум на улицах сильней. С добрым утром, милый город, Сердце Родины моей! Припев: Кипучая, Могучая, Никем непобедимая Страна моя, Москва моя, — Ты самая любимая! Солнце майское, светлее С неба синего свети, Чтоб до выси мавзолея Нашу радость донести. Чтобы ярче заблистали Наши лозунги побед, Чтобы руку поднял Сталин, Посылая нам привет. (Припев). Разгорелся день веселый, Морем улицы шумят, Из открытых окон школы Слышны крики октябрят. Май течет рекой нарядной По широкой мостовой, Льется песней необъятной Над красавицей Москвой. (Припев). День уходит, и прохлада Освежает и бодрит. Отдохнувши от парада, Город праздничный гудит. Вот когда встречаться парам! Говорлива и жива, По садам и по бульварам Растекается Москва. (Припев). Стала ночь на день похожей, Море света над толпой. Эй, товарищ! Эй, прохожий, С нами вместе песню пой! Погляди! Поет и пляшет Вся Советская страна, Нет тебя милей и краше, Наша красная весна! (Припев). Голубой рассвет глядится В тишину Москвы-реки, И поют ночные птицы — Паровозные гудки. Бьют часы Кремлевской башни, Гаснут звезды, тает тень... До свиданья, день вчерашний, Здравствуй, новый, светлый день! (Припев).

MOSCOW MAY The morning paints the walls Of the ancient Kremlin with soft light And the whole Soviet land Wakes up with the sun A cool breeze runs through the gate, The noise increases in the streets Good morning my dear city The heart of my homeland. Refrain: Boiling, Powerful, Never defeated My homeland, My Moscow, You are the most beloved. May the sun of May Be more powerful from the blue sky To bring our happiness Back to the mausoleum. So that the banners of our victories Shine more brightly, For Stalin to raise his hand And greet us (Refrain) The joyful day dawns, The streets rustle like the sea And the cries of "oktiabriats"* can be heard Through open school windows May flows like a festive river On the wide pavement And it flows like an endless song Above beautiful Moscow. (Refrain) The day is fading And the coolness is coming. Having rested from the parade, The city is humming And now is the time for couples to meet Talkative and lively. Moscow spreads In the gardens and on the boulevards (Refrain) The night has become like the day The sea of light over the crowd "Hey comrade, hey passers-by Sing the song with us." Look at the whole Soviet country Singing and dancing. There is nothing sweeter and more beautiful Than our beautiful spring (Refrain) The blue dawn looks into The calm of the Moskva river And the night birds sing: They are the sirens of the locomotives The Kremlin tower clock strikes The stars disappear The shadows fade away Goodbye yesterday, hello to a bright new day. (Refrain)

*The "oktiabriats" are the pupils between 7 and 9 years old, the pioneers between 9 and 14 years old
And then the komsomols between 14 and 17 years old and then it was the party card.

Recording (to get you in the mood). The lyrics and an English translation are below the video.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 22 May 23 - 05:54 PM

Òran Beinn Lì (Scottish Gaelic) by "Màiri Mhòr nan Òran" (Big Mary of the Songs) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=168388

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 May 23 - 02:27 PM

C’ÉTAIT UN PETIT MATELOT (French) C’était un petit matelot Sur les flots de la mer indienne C’était un petit matelot Oh, oh, petit matelot. Voguait de Brest jusqu’à Frisco Sur les flots de la mer indienne Un jour le temps se fit très gros Oh, oh, petit matelot. Serr’ les voiles tout le monde en haut Sur les flots de la mer indienne Tomb' de plus de vingt mètr's de haut Oh, oh, petit matelot. Et l’on mit la chaloupe à l’eau Sur les flots de la mer indienne Pour vite le tirer des flots Oh, oh, petit matelot Mais on n' sauva que son chapeau Sur les flots de la mer indienne Sa vieille pipe et ses sabots, Oh, oh, petit matelot. Peut-être bien qu' le p’tit matelot Sur les flots de la mer indienne Est dans le ventr' d’un cachalot Oh, oh, petit matelot.

THERE WAS A LITTLE SAILOR There was a little sailor On the Indian sea waves, There was a little sailor, Oh, oh, little sailor. He sailed from Brest to Frisco On the Indian sea waves, One day the weather went very rough Oh, oh, little sailor. Furl the sails, everybody high up On the Indian sea waves, Falls from more than twenty meters high Oh, oh, little sailor. And they launched the lifeboat On the Indian sea waves, To quickly pull him out of the sea Oh, oh, little sailor. But they only rescued his hat On the Indian sea waves, His old pipe and his clogs, Oh, oh, little sailor. Maybe the little sailor On the Indian sea waves, Is inside a toothed whale belly Oh, oh, little sailor.

Live rendition by Les Couillons de Tomé

Rendition by Jean-Melchior Delpias


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 20 May 23 - 03:12 AM

On Monday, Steve sang

C'EST LE MAI, JOLI MAI (French) C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai Salut, gens de cette assemblée Nous sommes venus vous visiter Longtemps nous a fallu marcher Et nous sommes bien fatigués Pour chanter... C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai Merci, gens de cette assemblée D'être venus nous écouter Et d'avoir bien voulu veiller Jusqu'à la fin de la soirée Pour chanter... C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai Salut, gens de cette assemblée Voici l'heure de nous séparer Mais en rentrant dans vos maisons Vous emportez cette chanson Pour chanter... C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai Mais qu'avez-vous à tant pleurer À gémir et à soupirer Sans mentir nous vous promettons De revenir à la saison Pour chanter... C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai C'est le mai, joli mai C'est le joli mois de mai

IT'S MAY, PRETTY MAY It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May Hi, people of this gathering We've come to visit you A long time we had to walk And we are very tired To sing... It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May Thank you, people of this gathering For coming to listen to us And to have kindly stayed awake Until the end of the evening To sing... It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May Hi, people of this gathering It's time to part ways But when going back to your homes You take away this song To sing... It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May But what's the matter for your crying so much, Moaning and sighing Without lying we promise you To come back on the [same] season To sing... It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May It's May, pretty May It's the pretty month of May

Live recording by Malicorne
Live rendition by Malicorne on 2012-07-24 in Quimper (around 6:30)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 17 May 23 - 09:03 PM

Thíos i dTeach an Torraimh (Irish Gaelic), Down at the Wake-House (a love song, the wakehouse is simply were the couple met)
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=172393