Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

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

ROMANCE DEL CONDE OLINOS (Spanish) (Anonymous – supposed to be from the 15th century) Madrugaba el Conde Olinos mañanita de San Juan a dar agua a su caballo, a las orillas del mar. Mientras el caballo bebe, canta un hermoso cantar, las aves que iban volando, se paraban a escuchar. - Bebe, mi caballo, bebe. Dios te me libre de mal, de los vientos de la tierra y de las furias del mar. La reina lo estaba oyendo desde su palacio real. - Mira, hija, como canta la sirena de la mar. - No es la sirenita, madre, que esa tiene otro cantar, es la voz del Conde Olinos, que me canta a mí un cantar. - Si es la voz del Conde Olinos, yo lo mandaré matar, que para casar contigo, le falta la sangre real. - No le mande matar, madre, no le mande usted matar, que si mata al Conde Olinos, a mí la muerte me da. Guardias mandaba la reina al Conde Olinos buscar, que le maten a lanzadas y echen su cuerpo a la mar. La infantina con gran pena, no dejaba de llorar; él murió a la medianoche, y ella a los gallos cantar. A ella como hija de reyes la entierran en el altar, y a él como hijo de condes cuatro pasos más atrás. De ella nació un rosal blanco, de él nació un espino albar; crece el uno, crece el otro, los dos se van a juntar. La reina llena de envidia, ambos los mandó cortar, el galán que los cortaba, no dejaba de llorar. De ella naciera una garza, de él un fuerte gavilán, juntos vuelan por el cielo, juntos se van a posar*. * Or "juntos vuelan par a par" (together they fly)

BALLAD OF COUNT OLINOS Count Olinos rose early on Saint John's Day* morning To water his horse by the sea side. While the horse drank, he sang a beautiful song, The birds that were flying by, stopped to listen. "Drink, my horse, drink, may God spare you from evil, From the winds of the earth and the furies of the sea". The queen was listening [to it] from her royal palace, "Look, daughter, how the mermaid of the sea sings". "It's not the little mermaid, mother, for she sings a different song, It's the voice of Count Olinos, who sings a song for me." "If it's the voice of Count Olinos, I'll have him killed, Because to marry thee, he lacks royal blood". "Don't have him killed, mother; don't have him killed, For if you kill Count Olinos, you assassinate me." The queen sent guards to fetch/bring Count Olinos, To spear him dead and toss his body into the sea. The princess, with great sorrow, could not stop crying, He died at midnight, and she [did] at cockcraw. She, as the daughter of kings, was buried in the altar, And he, as the son of counts, four steps behind. From her was born a white rose bush, from him a white hawthorn, One grows, and so does the other, they're going to intertwin/get together. The queen, full of envy, ordered to cut them down, The courtier who cut them could not stop crying, From her was born a heron, from him a strong hawk, Together they fly through the sky, they sit together.

* Saint John's Day is on the 24th of June


The count in this ballad can be "El conde Olinos" or "El conde Niño" among some others.

Live rendition by a much younger Joaquín Díaz (now 75) for a Japanese TV channel. Here is what he tells before singing…

"El Romance del Conde Olinos es uno de los más populares entre los romances castellanos. Su primera versión escrita está en el cancionero manuscrito de Londres, y posteriormente existen muchas versiones escritas, por supuesto muchas versiones tradicionales cantadas y trasmitidas oralmente de padres a hijos. La versión que voy a cantar ahora está recogida en Mojados, y como casi todas las versiones, cuenta la historia de dos amantes, un conde y una princesa, a los que la madre de ella, la reina, persigue y no deja que se casen. Ordena matar al conde y la princesa muere de amor al día siguiente. Ellos cambian, digamos, sus estratos vitales, varían de seres humanos a ser animales primero, después vegetales y, después, finalmente, minerales. Y este paso de sus almas por diferentes estadios culmina con la venganza que toman de la reina que se va a curar a la ermita, a la fuente en que se han convertido ellos. Y ellos no quieren curar a la reina porque les trató mal durante su vida."

"The Romance of Count Olinos is one of the most popular among Castilian romances. Its first written version is in the London manuscript songbook [Add MS 29987 – British Library], and later there were many written versions, of course many traditional versions sung and transmitted orally from parents to children. The version that I am going to sing now was collected in Mojados, and like almost all the versions, it tells the story of two lovers, an earl and a princess, who are persecuted by her mother, the queen, who does not let them get married. She orders the count to be killed and the princess dies of love the next day. They change, let's say, their vital strata, they vary from human beings to being animals first, then vegetables, and then, finally, minerals. And this passage of their souls through different stages culminates in the revenge they take on the queen who goes to the hermitage to be cured, to the fountain they have become. And they don't want to cure the queen because she treated them badly during her lifetime."

The last part refers to several versions in which the two lovers become two bushes (as in Barbara Allen) but the queen have them cut or unrooted, so they become birds but the queen have them shot, then they become a fountain and a spring that cure many illnesses. The queen is losing sight in one eye and she goes to the fountain to be cured. She's denied to be cured or she's told her eye will be cured but she'll lose sight in the other, or she's told she'll lose sight in both eyes instead of one.
Let's note also that sometimes the evil parent is not the queen but the king. In some versions the queen is Moorish and the count is Christian but in some versions it's the other way round, their difference in religion being the reason why their love is denied.

A shorter version to a different tune from Joaquín Díaz website -a website that I'll always highly recommend!
A live recording by José Negrete
Live rendition by the "Flamenco medievalista" band Zalema (their FaceBook page -"Zalema" is "Peace" in Mozarabic language Cf. Hebrew Shalom and Arabic Salam)
Live rendition by the folk band Alalumbre
Live rendition of a slightly different version by Paco Ibáñez

You'll find 432 versions of this song in Hispanic and Portuguese languages on this University of Washington Pan-Hispanic Ballad Project page.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 05:24 PM

Casey sang "Marions les roses". Here below are the original lyrics with my literal translation followed by Casey's own singable translation.

MARIONS LES ROSES (French) Le mois d'avril s'en est allé Le mois de mai s'est approché (Refrain) Et marions les roses Les roses font un beau bouquet Les roses font un beau bouquet Quand elles sont jolies. Avons passé dedans vos prés Les avons trouvés bien fumés (Refrain) Avons passé dedans vos blés Oh comme ils sont tous bien grainés (Refrain) Mettez la main au nid des œufs Que chaque main en prenne deux (Refrain) Moi qui suis le porte-panier Je prendrais bien le nid entier (Refrain) Si vous n' voulez rien nous donner À la porte nous allons crier.

LET'S MARRY THE ROSES The month of April has gone The month of May has drawn near (Chorus) And let's marry the roses, Roses make a beautiful bouquet, Roses make a beautiful bouquet When they're pretty. We went through your fields We found them well manured. (Chorus) We went through your wheat fields Oh, how much/well grainy they are! (Chorus) Put your hand into the eggs nest, Let every hand take two. (Chorus) I, who am the basket carrier, Would gladly take the whole nest (Chorus) If you don't want to give us anything, At your door we're going to shout.

Casey's singable translation

The month of April’s past away
And here’s the merry month of May
A-a-all among the roses
It’s we will make a fine bouquet
We wi-ill make a fine bouquet
With your sweet primroses

We all have seen your meadows gay
And they will bring a fine crop of hay
All among the roses…                
                
We all have seen your wheaten fields
And they will give a gen’rous yield
All among the roses…                        

Lift your hand into the nest
Choose the eggs that please the best
All among the roses…                        

I am but the basket-bearer
But I could eat the nest entire
All among the roses…                        

Give us a penny, maybe two
We’ll stand and sing until you do
All among the roses…

As I already wrote on the Any May Songs thread...The BNF catalogue has a sheet music for 4-voice choir by Guy Delamorinière (1907 - 1981). The song is said to be a "collection song" or whatever you call a "chanson de quête" in English = a song you sing whenever you go from door to door to collect money or anything else, here eggs. The song is said to be Provençal but the "Anthologie des chants populaires, 1" by Joseph Canteloube reads that the song is from the Albigeois and Lauragais areas of the Languedoc. The lyrics are a mix of Occitan and French -verses in Òc and chorus in French. The music is said to derive from Filii et filiœ. The Occitan chorus is about marrying girls which makes more sense than marrying roses.

Recording by Malicorne
Malicorne Live rendition (Hurdy gurdy festival in Anost, Summer 2013)
Recording by Les Fin'Amoureuses at 3:22.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 07:42 AM

On Monday, Elizabeth Block sang "L'adieu de la mariée à ses parents (above),
Linn Phipps sang "Tha mi duilich, cianail, duilich" in Scottish Gaelic,
Elsa sang Qué bonita bandera,
Casey sang Marions les roses.

Qué bonita bandera by Ramito - No free sheet music available.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 28 Apr 22 - 07:08 AM

On Monday, Elizabeth Block sang "L'adieu de la mariée à ses parents" AKA "Là-haut sur la montagne" (Y'a des petits oiseaux). The song can be found in Canada, Western and Southwestern France.
You'll find a different version of this song on the "The French 'Voice of the People' set" Mudcat thread.

L'ADIEU DE LA MARIÉE À SES PARENTS (French) Là-haut sur la montagne Y a des petits oiseaux Y en a des grands et des petits Qui crient dans leur langage Les amoureux sont malheureux De se mettre en ménage Pour se mettre en ménage II faut bien du courage Et pour avoir femme et enfants II faut embrasser l'ouvrage Adieu plaisir adieu bon temps Je suis en esclavage Le jour du mariage Quel habit mettrons-nous Nous prendrons nos beaux habits blancs La robe d'innocence Le ruban rouge sur le côté Le ruban de souffrance Le soir du mariage Dans quel lit coucherons-nous Nous coucherons dans un lit blanc Garni de roses blanches Et ma mignonne à mes côtés Nous dormirons ensemble Au bout de six semaines Chez son père, elle alla Mon père vous m'avez mariée Vous m'avez donné un homme Il est toujours au cabaret II fait mauvais ménage Prends patience, ma fille Ton mari changera Embrasse-le, caresse-le Donne-lui du courage Tu trouveras le changement Dans ton petit ménage

THE MARRIED GIRL'S FAREWELL TO HER PARENTS Up there on this mountain There are little birds. There are large ones also small ones That sing (lit. cry) in their language Lovers are anxious To get married To get married, You must be courageous. To have a wife and children You have to work. Farewell pleasure, farewell good time, I am in slavery. On the wedding day, Which clothes will we wear? We'll take our fine white clothes, The innocence gown, The red ribbon on the side, The ribbon of suffering. On the wedding night (lit. evening) In which bed will we lie? We'll lie in a white bed Embellished with white roses And my sweetheart by my side We'll sleep together Six weeks later, To her father's she went. "Father, you married me off, You gave me a man Who is always at the pub/café, We don't get along." "Take courage, daughter, Your husband will change, Kiss him, fondle him, Give him courage, You'll find some change In your little household."

You can hear the first verse of the song here (it cuts just before the end of the verse).
Score and midi here, both created from this page in "Chansons populaires des Pyrénées françaises: traditions, mœurs, usages" by Jean Poueigh, Association E.S.P.E.R. (Toulouse) (1989) -Score and lyrics
I couldn't find any video.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Apr 22 - 02:29 PM

It first was a love song from the 15th century, sung in Castilian. It belongs to the traditional songs of Burgos and Cantabria.

A LOS ÁRBOLES ALTOS (Spanish) (Traditional, 15th century) En qué nos parecemos Tú y yo a la nieve Tú en lo blanca y galana Yo en deshacerme. A los árboles altos Los lleva* el viento Y a los enamorados El pensamiento. Corazón que no quiera sufrir dolores, pasa la vida entera libre de amores. Corazones partidos yo no los quiero, y si le doy el mío lo doy entero.

THE TALL TREES You and I are like the snow In the fact that You are white and good looking/well dressed And I, because I melt. The tall trees The wind takes them And to the lovers, The thought/idea/dream [does so]. A heart that doesn't want To suffer pains Passes the whole life Free of loves. Partial/incomplete hearts, I don't want them And if I give mine to her I give it whole.

*alternate word "mueve" (moves)

The Quilapayún version of it is the version María Elena Walsh and Leda Vallaredes recorded in 1958, that is 11 years before the Quilapayún did and they sang the girls’ version that consists in the first two verses only.

Sheet music

Recording by Guillermo García and Ruth Waka -Verses 1 & 2.

Recording by Quilapayún Verses 1 & 2.


Alternate version with the following pattern:

A los árboles altos les lleva el viento
Y a los enamorados el pensamiento,
Ay, vida mía, el pensamiento.

The tall trees, the wind takes them
And to the lovers, the thought/idea/dream [does so]
Ah, my love, the thought/idea/dream

Live rendition by Joaquín Díaz

Live rendition by the Coro Garoé (a choir from Madrid suburbs)


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 24 Apr 22 - 04:11 PM

On Monday, Joan Frankel sang Adir Hu.

אַדִּיר הוּא אַדִּיר הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) בִּמְהֵרָה,בִּמְהֵרָה, בְּיָמֵינוּ בְּקָרוֹב. אֵל בְּנֵה, אֵל בְּנֵה, בְּנֵה בֵּיתְךָ בְּקָרוֹב. בָּחוּר הוּא, גָּדוֹל הוּא, דָּגוּל הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) הָדוּר הוּא, וָתִיק הוּא, זַכַּאי הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) חָסִיד הוּא, טָהוֹר הוּא, יָחִיד הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) כַּבִּיר הוּא, לָמוּד הוּא, מֶלֶךְ הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) נוֹרָא הוּא, סַגִּיב הוּא, עִזּוּז הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) פּוֹדֶה הוּא, צַדִיק הוּא, קָּדוֹשׁ הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר) רַחוּם הוּא, שַׁדַּי הוּא, תַּקִּיף הוּא יִבְנֶה בֵּיתוֹ בְּקָרוֹב. (פִּזמוֹן חוֹזֵר)

GOD IS MIGHTY He is mighty, He is mighty, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus:) Speedily, speedily and in our days, soon. God, rebuild! God, rebuild! Rebuild your house soon! He is distinguished, He is great, He is exalted, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is glorious, He is faithful, He is faultless, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is righteous, He is pure, He is unique, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is powerful, He is wise, He is king, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is awesome, He is sublime, He is all-powerful, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is redeemer, He is all-righteous, He is holy, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus) He is compassionate, He is almighty, He is omnipotent, may He soon rebuild his house (Chorus)

Transliteration

ADIR HU

Adir hu, adir hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)
Bimherah, bimherah, beyameinu bekarov.
El bneh, el bneh, bneh beitcha bekarov.

(Chorus)

Bachur hu, gadol hu, dagul hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Hadur hu, vatik hu, zakai hu yivneh beito bekarov

(Chorus)

Chassid hu, tahor hu, yachid hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Kabir hu, lamud hu, melech hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Norah hu, sagiv hu, izuz hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Podeh hu, tzaddik hu, kadosh hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)

Rachum hu, shadai hu, takif hu yivneh beito bekarov.

(Chorus)


The lyrics have been borrowed from Zemirotdatabase.org
The English translation has been borrowed from Wikipedia
Sheet music on Beth's Notes
Free sheet music with notes only (Pdf)
Web page with many videos

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Apr 22 - 08:53 AM

HEVENU SHALOM ALEICHEM

הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום עליכם הבאנו שלום שלום שלום עליכם

WE BROUGHT PEACE ON YOU We brought peace on you* We brought peace on you We brought peace on you We brought peace, peace, peace on you *= you all, plural

Transliteration

hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom aleichem
hevenu shalom shalom shalom aleichem

We have all that + a sheet music + some comments/notes on Mama Lisa's World Hevenu Shalom Aleichem page.
Jerusalem Academy flashmob in Ben Gurion airport.
Recording by Fran Avni with pictures by Noam Chen -Hebrew lyrics and English translation embedded.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Apr 22 - 06:19 AM

On Monday Elsa sang Shalom Chaverim and Hevenu Shalom Aleichem.

SHALOM CHAVERIM

שלום חברים שלום חברים, שלום חברים שלום, שלום להתראות, להתראות שלום,שלום

PEACE, FRIENDS Peace, friends, peace, friends, Peace, peace Till (we) see (each other) again, till (we) see (each other) again, Peace, peace.

Transliteration

Shalom, chaverim.
Shalom, chaverim.
Shalom, shalom.
L'hitraot, l'hitraot,
Shalom, shalom.

Sheet music (+ translation, transliteration and Hebrew)
3-Part Mixed Choir arranged by Catherine Delanoy
Live rendition in Hebrew and English by The Manning Oaks Elementary School 4th and 5th Grade Chorus.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 12:05 PM

Frank, you can hear it sung by kids here -it's the only one I could find. There's an early version collected in 1703 in Brunetes, tome 1, page 135 by Christophe Ballard and in a less old book (!!!...1889) "Chansons et rondes enfantines" by Jean-Baptiste Weckerlin page 70.
I do remember my mother singing the version in Weckerlin's "Chansons et rondes enfantines" so I never knew the "Dans notre village chacun vit content..." verses.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Stringsinger
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 11:28 AM

Hi Monique,

I don't know if you got this one.

Dans notre village chacun vie content
Dans notre village chacun vie content
Ler bergers chantant après le fin du leur ouvrage
Sont restant du jour bon faire l'amour.

It's on our album, the World of Frank and Valucha. I don't know if it's on YouTube.

In our little village we are happy.
The working people sing at the end of the day
And for the rest or the day, they make love.

I like to play and sing this on the banjo.

Subject: ADD: Na sera 'e maggio
From: Joe Offer
Date: 22 Apr 22 - 03:30 AM

Gayle Wade sang this, I think on April 18. She asked me to post the lyrics. Thanks, Gayle.

NA SERA 'E MAGGIO Quanno vien'a 'appuntamento guarde 'o mare, guard’altronne, si te parlo nun rispunne, staje distratta comm'a che. Io te tengo dint’o core, sóngo sempe 'nnammurato ma tu, invece, pienze a n'ato e te staje scurdanno 'e me Quanno se dice: "Sí!" tiènelo a mente Nun s'ha da fá murí nu core amante Tu mme diciste: "Sí!" na sera 'e maggio e mo tiene 'o curaggio 'e mme lassá?! St'uocchie tuoje nun só' sincere comm'a quanno mme 'ncuntraste, comm'a quanno mme diciste: "Voglio bene sulo a te " E tremmanno mme giuraste, cu na mano 'ncopp'o core: "Nun se scorda 'o primmo ammore! " Mo te staje scurdanno 'e me Quanno se dice: "Sí!" tiènelo a mente Nun s'ha da fá murí nu core amante Tu mme diciste: "Sí!" na sera 'e maggio e mo tiene 'o curaggio 'e mme lassá?!

ONE EVENING IN MAY When you come to our meeting You look at the sea, you look away [from me] If I speak to you, you don’t reply, Your thoughts are somewhere else. I hold you in my heart, I’m still in love with you, But you, on the other hand, are thinking of someone else And you’re forgetting about me. When you say ‘Yes’ Remember this You shouldn’t kill a loving heart. You said ‘Yes’ to me one evening in May And now you have the audacity to leave me! Those eyes of yours are not sincere As they were when you met me, As they were when you told me “I love only you” And, trembling, you swore to me With a hand upon your heart: “First love is never forgotten!” But now you are forgetting me. When you say ‘Yes’ Remember this You shouldn’t kill a loving heart. You said ‘Yes’ to me one evening in May And now you have the audacity to leave me!

Mario Lanza recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MFIAwWNb72g
The 1937 Neapolitan song "'Na Sera 'e Maggio" (One Evening in May) by Giuseppe Cioffi [1901-1976] (music) and Gigi Pisano [1889-1973] (lyrics). Recorded by tenor Mario Lanza in Rome in December 1958. Franco Ferrara, conductor.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 18 Apr 22 - 01:59 PM

JOAN DE LA RÈULA (Occitan) Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cofada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cofada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai cofada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal pintiada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal pintiada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai pintiada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal lavada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal lavada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai lavada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cauçada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal cauçada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai cauçada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser. Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal aimada, Joan de la Rèula, mon amic Que n'as ta femna mal aimada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai aimada, Balha-la-me, prèsta-la-me, La te tornarai al ser.

JOHN FROM LA RÉOLE John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her coiffed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her combed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her washed, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her shod, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her loved, Give her to me, lend her to me, I'll return her back to you in the evening.

Recording by Los Hardidets de Maseròlas
[Amateur singers record their own voice at home to a traditional Gascon song. The recordings are then grouped together to reconstitute a "cantere" (spontaneous songs sung by several people)]

Live rendition by Los Hardidets de Maseròlas
Played by Ensemble Instrumental des Landes - Cants Deu Sud

Sheet music

Gascon version:

Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau cohada Si jo l'avi, la cohari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la cohari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau pintiada Si jo l'avi, la pientari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la pientari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau lavada Si jo l'avi, la lavari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la lavari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau cauçada Si jo l'avi, la cauçari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, la cauçari, tan lo ser com lo matin. Joan de la Rèula mon amic Be n'as la hemna mau aimada Si jo l'avi, jo l'aimari, tan la nuèit coma lo dia, si jo l'avi, jo l'aimari, tan lo ser com lo matin

John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly coiffed, If I had her, I'd coiff her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd coiff her, as much in the evening as in the morning. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly combed, If I had her, I'd comb her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd comb her, as much in the evening as in the morning. John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly washed, If I had her, I'd wash her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd wash her, as much in the evening as in the morning John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly shod, If I had her, I'd shoe her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd shoe her, as much in the evening as in the morning John from La Réole, my friend, Your wife is badly loved, If I had her, I'd love her, as much by night as by day, If I had her, I'd love her, as much in the evening as in the morning.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 17 Apr 22 - 05:19 PM

You can find links to YouTube renditions/recordings at the bottom of each song. I also added links to sheet music if I could find them for free somewhere online (but not always!).

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Frank Hamilton
Date: 17 Apr 22 - 05:04 PM

How can we find tunes for these songs other than buying a lot of recordings? Are there places to get the notes or an audio clip?

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Guest Joan F
Date: 14 Apr 22 - 09:03 AM

Monique is *not* giving the English translation to "Ketzele Faygele/Die Sapozkhelekh" the way I sang it but I don't have time to hunt-&-peck type it in from my tablet right now.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 06:27 PM

On April 4th I sang an alternate version of this song
(Original lyrics: Martin Cayla (1880-1951)
Music: Martin Cayla-Joseph Canteloube (1879 -1957)

LO MÈRLE (Occitan) (Alternate version) Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, lèva la coèta, Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, baissa lo cap. Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Tomba la vèsta, tomba la vèsta, Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Tomba la vèsta, baissa lo cap. Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Tomba la rauba, tomba la roba, Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Tomba la rauba, baissa lo cap. Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, baissa la coeta, Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, mès lèva lo cap.

THE BLACKBIRD When the blackbird jumps into the meadow, It raises its tails, it raises its tail, When the blackbird jumps into the meadow It raises its tails, it hangs its head. When the groom jumps into the meadow He removes his jacket, he removes his jacket, When the groom jumps into the meadow, He removes his jacket, he hangs his head. When the bride jumps into the meadow She removes her gown, she removes her gown, When the bride jumps into the meadow, She removes her gown, she hangs her head. When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail, it hangs its tail, When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail but raises its head.

You can hear this version at 30:08 of this "Los del Sauveterre" recording


Here are the original lyrics penned by Martin Cayla spelled in normalized spelling

Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, lèva la coèta, Quand lo mèrle sauta al prat Lèva la coèta, baissa lo cap. Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, baissa la coeta, Quand lo merle se'n va del prat Baissa la coeta, mès lèva lo cap. Aval, darrièr nòstre ostal, Lo mèrle estifla, lo mèrle estifla, Aval, darrièr nòstre ostal, Lo mèrle estifla coma cal. Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Quita la vèsta, quita la vèsta, Quand lo nòvi sauta al prat Quita la vèsta, baissa lo cap. Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Quita la rauba, quita la roba, Quand la nòvia sauta al prat Quita la rauba, escarta les braç. Quand se tròban totes dos, Quitan la vèsta, quitan la rauba, Quand se tròban totes dos Aquí se manjan de potons.

When the blackbird jumps into the meadow, It raises its tails, it raises its tail, When the blackbird jumps into the meadow It raises its tails, it hangs its head. When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail, it hangs its tail, When the blackbird leaves the meadow, It hangs its tail but raises its head Over there, behind our house, The blackbird whistles, the blackbird whistles Over there, behind our house, The blackbird whistles good and proper. When the groom jumps into the meadow He removes his jacket, he removes his jacket, When the groom jumps into the meadow, He removes his jacket, he hangs his head. When the bride jumps into the meadow She removes her dress/gown, she removes her dress/gown, When the bride jumps into the meadow, She removes her dress/gown and spreads her arms When they're alone (word for word. "they find themselves all two"), They remove their jacket, they remove their gown/dress When they're alone, There "they eat each other with kisses"(lit.!)

Here are some links to YouTube videos

sung

Played on a hurdy gurdy

sung

1st verse only (for obvious reasons) sung and played by K children


Sheet music here. Note: the sheet music is said to be "around" 1920 so the song might be in the public domain in the US. Here it isn't since Canteloube died in 1957, it'll fall in the PD in Jan. 2028. Another sheet music. For sale by AbeBooks so it might disappear one day or another.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:47 PM

On March 28th I sang...

LE PARAPLUIE (French) © Georges Brassens (1921-1981) Il pleuvait fort sur la grand-route Elle cheminait sans parapluie J'en avais un, volé, sans doute Le matin même à un ami Courant alors à sa rescousse Je lui propose un peu d'abri En séchant l'eau de sa frimousse D'un air très doux, elle m'a dit "oui" Refrain Un petit coin de parapluie Contre un coin de paradis Elle avait quelque chose d'un ange Un petit coin de paradis Contre un coin de parapluie Je ne perdais pas au change, pardi* Chemin faisant, que ce fut tendre D'ouïr à deux le chant joli Que l'eau du ciel faisait entendre Sur le toit de mon parapluie J'aurais voulu, comme au déluge Voir sans arrêt tomber la pluie Pour la garder, sous mon refuge Quarante jours, quarante nuits (Refrain) Mais bêtement, même en orage Les routes vont vers des pays Bientôt le sien fit un barrage À l'horizon de ma folie Il a fallu qu'elle me quitte Après m'avoir dit grand merci Et je l'ai vue toute petite Partir gaiement vers mon oubli (Refrain)

THE UMBRELLA It was pouring on the main road/high way She was walking without an umbrella I had one, probably stolen The same morning from a friend Then running to her rescue I offer her some shelter. Drying the water from her little face With a very sweet air/Very sweetly she told me "yes" Chorus A small bit of an umbrella For a bit of paradise She was something of an angel A little bit of paradise For a bit of an umbrella I didn't lose on the exchange, of course Along the way, how tender it was To hark the pretty song together That the water of the sky made hear On the roof of my umbrella I would have liked, as in the Flood, Watch the rain fall nonstop To keep her under my refuge For forty days and forty nights (Chorus) But foolishly, even in a storm Roads go to countries Soon hers made a barrage To the horizon of my madness She had to leave me After saying many thanks And I saw her, so very little, Go cheerfully towards my oblivion (Chorus)

*"Pardi": euphemistic alteration of "pardieu" = by God

Lyrics + translation + notes. I already mentioned this very valuable site.

Live recording by Georges Brassens


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:21 PM

On March 21st I sang...

À LANDRY, PETIT VILLAGE (French -Savoie) (Traditional from Savoy) À Landry, petit village, y' a des fill's à marier (x2) Y a des fill's à marier dans la misère Qui voudraient s'y marier mais comment faire ? Ô ma mère, ma bonne mère, mes beaux jours s'en vont courant (x2) Mes beaux jours s'en vont courant c'est bien dommage Sans avoir aucun amant dans le village Ô ma fille prends patience, les amants ne manquent pas (x2) Les amants ne manquent pas dans le village Qui viendront te demander en mariage Ô ma mère, ma bonne mère, par quel chemin passeront-ils ? (x2) Les chemins sont si étroits et si rebelles Qu'ils se casseront le nez et la cervelle Les fill's se sont rassemblées, à la ville ell's sont allées (x2) Ell's ont ach'té des rubans et des dentelles Aussi des mouchoirs à la mode nouvelle À Landry, petit village, y' a des fill's à marier (x2) Y a des fill's à marier dans la misère Qui voulaient s'y marier, c'est dur à faire.

IN LANDRY, A SMALL VILLAGE In Landry, a small village, there are marriageable girls (x2) There are marriageable girls in poverty Who would like to get married but how to do so? O my mother, my good mother, my fine days are running out (x2) My fine days are running out, it's a shame Without having any lover in the village O my daughter be patient, lovers abound (x2) There is no shortage of lovers in the village Who will come to propose to you. O my mother, my good mother, by which way will they pass? (x2) The paths are so narrow and so dangerous That they will break their noses and their brains The girls gathered, they went to town (x2) They bought ribbons and laces Also new fashion handkerchiefs In Landry, a small village, there are marriageable girls (x2) There are marriageable girls in poverty Who wanted to get married there, it's hard to achieve!

Live rendition by Malicorne

Sheet music


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 05:00 PM

On March 21st Joe Fineman sang...

АХ ТЫ, НОЧЕНЬКА Ах ты, ноченька, Ночка темная, Ночка темная, Да ночь осенняя. С кем я ноченьку, С кем осеннюю, С кем тоскливую Коротать буду? Нет ни батюшки, Нет ни матушки, Только есть один Мил-сердечный друг. Только есть один Мил-сердечный друг, Да и тот со мной Не в ладу живет.

OH THOU, NIGHT... Oh thou, night The night is dark The night is dark Yes, autumn night. Who will I spend the autumn night with With whom? With whom Will I pass this dreary night? There is no father (I have no father left) There is no mother (I have no mother left) There is only one Dear friend. There is only one Dear friend, Yes, and the one with me Isn't in love with me.

Handwritten collection of Nikolai Petrovich Popov, 80s of the XIX century, Smolensk.

Lyrics & different translation
Two scores


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,diplocase
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 04:48 PM

Comment vouloir qu'une personne chante - How can you expect a person to sing?
earliest written copy 1555
singing of Gabriel Yacoub, "Anthologie de la chanson française - Des trouvères à la pléiade." You can also hear his version on YouTube.
translation by Casey [diplocase]

COMMENT VOULOIR QU'UNE PERSONNE CHANTE Comment vouloir qu'une personne chante Quand elle n'a pas son cœur en liberté ? Laissez chanter ceux que l'amour contente Et laissez-moi, et laissez-moi dans mon malheur pleurer Et laissez-moi, et laissez-moi dans mon malheur pleurer Pleurez, mes yeux, pleurez mon sort funeste J'ai tout perdu en perdant mon Iris Cruel destin, prenez ce qui me reste Et rendez-moi, et rendez-moi ce que vous m'avez pris Et rendez-moi, et rendez-moi ce que vous m'avez pris Prenez mon cœur et donnez-moi le vôtre Il est à vous, je ne prétends plus rien Mais si j'apprends que vous aimez un autre Tout aussitôt, tout aussitôt je reprendrai le mien Tout aussitôt, tout aussitôt je reprendrai le mien J'avais juré de n'aimer qu'une fille J'avais juré de la toujours aimer Quand je la vois, je passe mon martyre Quand je la vois, quand je la vois, je passe mon tourment Quand je la vois, quand je la vois, je passe mon tourment Que faudra-t-il, belle Iris, pour vous plaire ? Faut-il mon sang ? Il est prêt à couler Mais si mon sang ne peut vous satisfaire Faut-il ma mort ? Faut-il ma mort ? Vous n'avez qu'à parler Faut-il ma mort ? Faut-il ma mort ? Vous n'avez qu'à parler Après la mort, vous pleurerez, je jure Vous m'aimerez : ce ne sera plus temps Vous marcherez dessus ma sépulture En regrettant, en regrettant le plus fidèle amant En regrettant, en regrettant le plus fidèle amant.

HOW CAN YOU EXPECT A PERSON TO SING How can you expect a person to sing Without his heart be free? Those whom love makes happy, let them sing And leave me alone, in misery to weep. And leave me alone, in misery to weep. Weep, oh my eyes, weep for this, my fate In losing her, I have lost everything Fate, will you not come take what I have left, And give me back the thing you took from me? And give me back the thing you took from me? Give me your heart, and you take mine It belongs to you; I seek nothing more But if I learn that you love another In that very moment I will take it back. In that very moment I will take it back. I took a vow to love just one girl I swore to always love but only you Whenever I see her I’m in torment Whenever I see her I suffer anew Whenever I see her I suffer anew What will it take, lovely Iris, for to please you? Is it my blood? I'm ready for to bleed. But if my blood alone do not requite you Will you demand my death? Only speak the word. Will you demand my death? Only speak the word. After my death you'll weep for me, I swear it You’ll know you love me; it will be too late You’ll come and go above my grave Missing and wishing your loyal love to have Missing and wishing your loyal love to have

Literal translation (Monique)

How does anyone want a person to sing
When they don't have a free heart?
Let those that love makes happy, sing
And let me, and let me weep in my misfortune,
And let me, and let me weep in my misfortune.

Weep, my eyes, weep over my dreadful fate,
I lost everything by losing my Iris,
Dreadful destiny, take what I have left
And give me back, and give me back what you took from me,
And give me back, and give me back what you took from me,

Take my heart and give me yours,
It's yours, I don't claim anything more,
But if I find out that you love someone else
Right away, right away I'll take mine back,
Right away, right away I'll take mine back.

I'd sworn I'd love only one girl,
I'd sworn to love her forever,
When I see her, I suffer agony
When I see her, when I see her, I suffer my torment
When I see her, when I see her, I suffer my torment.

What will be needed, beautiful Iris, to please you?
Is my blood needed? It's ready to flow
But if my blood can't satisfy you,
Is my death needed? Is my death needed? You only have to speak out
Is my death needed? Is my death needed? You only have to speak out

After my death, you'll cry, I swear/bet
You'll love me, this time will be over,
You'll walk upon my grave
Regretting, regretting your (the) most faithful lover

Recording by Gabriel Yacoub
Live rendition by Luc Arbogast

Sheet music

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST
Date: 12 Apr 22 - 04:43 PM

This is a remarkable collection of songs. I am a heretic when it comes to singing songs.
I don't think it has to interpreted by those who are exclusively from the culture. A good song is a good song. If you're singing a foreign song, it's respectful to get the pronunciation and the meanings of words right. But I have no problem with using different instruments and arrangements coming from a different culture. A lot of these songs could be sung with a five-string banjo accompaniment. I never had a problem with Pete Seeger singing a song in Spanish, Hebrew, German or African .....even Hungarian or Danish if you can master those difficult words.
Singers ought to be able to interpret songs their own way.

I must say that I had a problem with Eileen Farrell's attempt to sing the blues but that was due to her lack of understanding of that medium.

This thread is so important because a good song travels around the world and binds us as humanity together.

When we were with the Weavers, we were open to criticism because we were not from the cultural background of some of the foreign songs we sang. But we made a respectful attempt to understand the song and its environment.

When you think of it isn't this the folk process? A variant of a song comes from one part of the world and becomes a new song in another.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 11 Apr 22 - 02:35 PM

on 21 March 2022, Linn Phipps sang Buain a' Choirce in Scottish Gaelic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 11 Apr 22 - 02:20 PM

on 21 March, Gen Whitt sang An Chuilfhíonn (modern spelling An Chúileann, English version The Coolin) in Irish Gaelic
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=45138

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 16 Mar 22 - 01:40 PM

a song in Irish Gaelic, BEIDH AONACH AMÁRACH, https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=171115

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 22 - 03:11 PM

Yesterday Joe Fineman sang Ach du lieber Augustin in German.
Dawn Berg sang "Beidh Aonach Amárach" in Irish Gaelic (See Felipa's post below).
Brendan O'Brien sang Dóchas linn Naomh Pádraig in Irish Gaelic.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 22 - 02:15 PM

On March 7 Anne Coleman sang "Uist Tramping Song" in Scottish Gaelic and English. You'll find the English lyrics in the DT.

Here are the Gaelic lyrics taken from below the YouTube recording by Donald MacRae, from the album "Donald MacRae Sings".

NULL DO DH' UIBHIST

Chorus
Thugainn leam, thugainn leam, o hi rì 's o ho rò,
Thugainn leam, thugainn leam, o hi rì 's o ho rò,
Thugainn leam-sa thar na mara null do dh'Uibhist bheag nam beannaibh,
'S gheibh sibh mil ann agus bainne, thugainn leam, thugainn leam.

1- Tha a' ghrian anns an àird dheas is blàth ghaoth bhon iar,
Tha an lochan cho còmhnard 's cho stòlda san fhèath,
Tha tuinn mhara crònan an òrain bho chian,
A' tairgse dhuinn sòlais 's a' tàladh gach miann.

(Chorus)

2- Nuair a theirgeas an samhradh 's thig foghar an àigh
Bidh cruach air an achadh agus maorach san tràigh;
'S cha bhi sinn gun annlan gach ceann de na bhòrd
Fhad 's bhios breac anns an linne 's lacha riabhach air lòn.

(Chorus)

3- 'S a-nis, bhean mo ghràidh-sa, thoir dhòmhsa do làmh,
'S thèid sinn null don eilean far am faod sinn bhith tàmh,
Gun bhreislich, gun ghleadhraich, gun ùpraid, gun cheò,
'S bidh a' ghrian air an uinneig cumail tìm dhuinn air dòigh.

"Come Along" recording by The Corrie Folk Trio
"Come Along" recording by Ed Miller
Live rendition by the Scottish Gaelic Choir of Victoria (1st chorus in English, then chorus and verses 1 and 2 in Gaelic)

Sheet music + midi + pdf


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Mar 22 - 04:20 AM

On Monday Joan Frankel sang...

DI ZAPOSHKELEKH (Yiddish) Traditional Farkoyfn di zaposhkelekh un forn oyf di droshkelekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy forn oyf di vagzolekhlekh, un farkoyfn fremde sholekhlekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy ezn on a tishele, un shlofn on a kishele, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn. Oy shlofn oyf di vagzolekhlekh un vashn fremde polekhlekh, abi mit dir in eynem tsu zayn. Oy, ikh on dir un du on mir, vi a klyamke on a tir, ketsele feygele mayn.

THE BOOTS I would sell my boots And go on cabs Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would go to the railroad station And sell scarves to strangers Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would eat without a table, And sleep without a pillow Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird. I would sleep at the railroad station And wash strangers' floor Just to be with you Because I without you and you without me, (Are) like a handle without a door, My kitten, my little bird.

YIDDISH

די זאַפּאָשקעלעך

פֿאַרקױפֿן די זאַפּאָשקעלעך
און פֿאָרן אױף דידראָשקעלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, פֿײַן אױף די װאַגזאָלעכלעך
און פֿאַרקױפֿן פֿרעמדע שאָלעכלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, שלאָפֿן אָן אַ קישעלע
און עסן אָן אַ טישעלע
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

אױ, שלאָפֿן אױף די װאַגזאָלעכלעך
און װאַשן פֿרעמדע פּאָלעכלעך
אַבי מיט דיר אין אײנעם צו זײַן
אױ, איך אָן דיר און די אָן מיר
װי אַ קליאַמקע אָן אַ טיר
קעצעלע, פֿײגעלע מײַן

Sheet music

Recording by The Klezmatics
Recording by The Klezmer Conservatory Band
Recording by Brave Old World
Live rendition by Bronya Sakina + The Junior Klezmer Orchestra (with Maxwell Street Klezmer Band)

Sheet music


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

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

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

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

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


Live rendition
Rendition with transliterated lyrics


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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

Sheet music on a YouTube video


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Céline Dion's recording of the English version


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jean Ferrat's live rendition
Jean Ferrat's recording


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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

On Monday Gerry sang...

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

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

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

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

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

Yiddish lyrics in Yiddish characters

וואָלט איך געהאַט כּוח
(קאָפּער)

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

Hebrew lyrics in Hebrew characters and transliteration:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TRANSLATION

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

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

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

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

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

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

Everything above has been borrowed from Wikipedia

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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