Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live rendition by Georges Brassens
Live rendition by Julien Clerc

Recording in English by Graeme Allwright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

Last Monday Anne Coleman sang Bratach Bàna.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live rendition by Chus Pedro in Asturian.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

On Sept 14th 2020 Mysha sang:

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

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

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


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

On Sept.6th, Jerry sang...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Mayn ru'e plats Yiddish lyrics in Hebrew characters

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

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

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

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

sung 07 Sept 2021

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hebrew lyrics

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

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

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

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

Thanks for starting this

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

Recording by Paco Ibañez

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Fairy Tale of New York (as Gaeilge)
From: Felipa
Date: 23 Jul 21 - 02:09 PM

Monique told me that Fairy Tale of New York translated to Irish Gaelic was on this singaround list, so I searched for the lyrics and added them to one of the existing Fairy tale of New York threads.
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=3122

Incidentally, the version of "Bheir Mi O" (aka Eriskay Love Lilt) sung this week was in English, with only the vocables from the original included.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Jul 21 - 10:21 AM

Sung by Steve Belsey

MEZI HORAMI (Czech) Mezi horami, lipka zelená Zabili Janka, Janíčka, Janka Miesto jeleňa Keď ho zabili, zamordovali Na jeho hrobě, na jeho hrobě Kříž postavili Ej křížu křížu, ukřižovaný Zde leží Janík, Janíček, Janík Zamordovaný Tu šla Anička, plakat Janíčka Hned na hrob padla a viac nevstala Dobrá Anička Mezi horami, lipka zelená Zabili Janka, Janíčka, Janka Miesto jeleňa

BETWEEN THE MOUNTAIN Among the mountains, a green linden tree They killed Johnny, Jacky, Johnny Instead of a deer. When he was killed, murdered On his grave, on his grave They built a cross. On his cross, his cross, crucified. Here lies Johnny, Jacky, Johnny, Murdered. There Annie went to cry for Jacky. She fell at the grave and never rose again, Good Annie. Among the mountains, a green linden tree They killed Johnny, Jacky, Johnny Instead of a deer.

Recording by Čechomor
Čechomor's live rendition
Live rendition by Codex
Live rendition by Pomněnky (band from Děčín)
Video by Shot C + Čechomor

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 01 Jul 21 - 06:34 AM

Call and Answer song. All the verses follow the same pattern as the first.

TROIS JEUNES MARINS PORTEURS DE LETTRES (Chant à danser d'Arzon – Bretagne) Meneur : Trois jeunes marins porteurs de lettres, la Trois jeunes marins porteurs de lettres, Groupe : Trois jeunes marins porteurs de lettres, la, Trois jeunes marins porteurs de lettres Meneur : Dessus la mer, ma lon lan lirela Dessus la mer ont navigué. Groupe : Dessus la mer, ma lon lan lirela Dessus la mer ont navigué. L’ont navigué sept ans sur mer, la L’ont navigué sept ans sur mer, Sans jamais la, ma lon lan lirela, Sans jamais la terre approcher Au bout de la septième année, la, Au bout de la septième année Le pain le vin, ma lon lan lirela Le pain le vin leur a manqué Faudra tirer la courte-paille, la Faudra tirer la courte-paille Pour savoir qui, ma lon lan lirela Pour savoir qui sera mangé Le capitaine a fait les pailles, la Le capitaine a fait les pailles, La plus courte, ma lon lan lirela La plus courte lui est restée. "Mangerons-nous le capitaine, la Mangerons-nous le capitaine Qui a pour nous, ma lon lan lirela Qui a pour nous tant de bonté ? — Oh non ni non, dit le petit mousse, la Oh non ni non, dit le petit mousse Pour vous la mort, ma lon lan lirela Pour vous la mort j’endurerai ! — Pour moi la mort si tu endures, la Pour moi la mort si tu endures Cent écus d’or, ma lon lan lirela Cent écus d’or je t’y donnerai !" Il n’était pas à demi-hune, la Il n’était pas à demi-hune Se mit à rire, ma lon lan lirela Se mit à rire et à chanter " Courage, mes enfants, courage, la Courage, mes enfants, courage Je vois la terre, ma lon lan lirela Je vois la terre de tous côtés. Je vois les tours de Babylone, la Je vois les tours de Babylone Sept charpentiers, ma lon lan lirela Sept charpentiers y travailler. Je vois les moutons sur la lande, la Je vois les moutons sur la lande Trois belles bergères, ma lon lan lirela Trois belles bergères à les garder. Je crois que j’en reconnais une, la Je crois que j’en reconnais une, C’est ma maîtresse, ma lon lan lirela C’est ma maîtresse du temps passé." L’ont navigué sept ans sur mer, la L’ont navigué sept ans sur mer, Et l'histoire peut, ma lon lan lirela, Et l'histoire peut recommencer.

THREE YOUNG SAILORS, LETTERS CARRIERS (Dance song from Arzon– Brittany) Leader: Three young sailors, letters carriers, la Three young sailors, letters carriers, Group: Three young sailors, letters carriers, la, Three young sailors, letters carriers Leader: On the sea, ma lon lan lirela On the sea sailed. Group: On the sea, ma lon lan lirela On the sea sailed. They sailed seven years on the sea, la They sailed seven years on the sea, Without ever, ma lon lan lirela, Without ever getting close to land At the end of the seventh year, la, At the end of the seventh year Bread, wine, ma lon lan lirela Bread, wine were lacking. Will have to draw straws, la Will have to draw straws To know who, ma lon lan lirela To know who will be eaten The captain made the straws, la The captain made the straws, The shortest, ma lon lan lirela The shortest was left to him. "Will we eat the captain, la Will we eat the captain Who has for us, ma lon lan lirela Who has for us so much kindness?" "Oh no nor no, said the little apprentice sailor, la Oh no nor no, said the little apprentice sailor For you, death, ma lon lan lirela For you, death I will endure!" "If you endure death for me, la If you endure death for me A hundred gold crowns, ma lon lan lirela A hundred gold crowns I'll give you!" He wasn't half way to the maintop, la He wasn't half way to the maintop He started to laugh, ma lon lan lirela He started to laugh and to sing. "Stay strong, my children, stay strong, la Stay strong, my children, stay strong! I see land, ma lon lan lirela I see land on all sides. I see Babylon's towers, la I see Babylon's towers Seven carpenters, ma lon lan lirela Seven carpenters a-working there. I see sheep on the moor, la I see sheep on the moor, Three fine shepherdess, ma lon lan lirela Three fine shepherdess a-keeping them. I think I recognize one of them, la I think I recognize one of them, She's my sweetheart, ma lon lan lirela She's my sweetheart from long ago." They sailed seven years on the sea, la They sailed seven years on the sea, And the story can, ma lon lan lirela, And the story can start all over again.

It's more or less the same story of the children's song Il était un petit navire (Lyrics, translation, midi, mp3 and sheet music)
Live rendition by L’AIRHALEUR (Sea shanty band from Brittany)
Recording by the Breton band Maliorne

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Jun 21 - 02:58 PM

Songs mentioned by the anonymous GUEST above

FRENCH

Chevaliers de la table ronde (Drinking song):
Lyrics: Digitrad
Lyrics in this Mudcat thread
Live rendition by Les Rats d'Swompe (Canadian band)
Recording by Les Quatre Barbus

Jeanneton aka "La Rirette"/"Larirette" (Bawdy song):
Recording by Les Bostonnaises (Lynn Noel & Diane Taraz).
Note that I never knew this was a kids' song!!!! It may be the first bawdy song we learn because it's not hardcore but it's no kids' song nevertheless!

À la claire fontaine:
Lyrics: Digitrad
Lyrics in this Mudcat thread
As sung by Nana Mouskouri

En passant par la Lorraine:
Lyrics in this Mudcat thread
Lyrics + English translation + sheet music + YouTube videos on Mama Lisa's World


SPANISH

Eres alta y delgada (Song from Cantabria - Santander)
Mudcat thread
Recording by Joaquín Díaz

La fuente de Cacho (Song from Cantabria -Santander)
Wikipedia entry
Live rendition by Los Carabelas
Sung by Racing of Santander football/soccer club fans before a match.

Caminito de Avilés (traditional song from Asturias):
Live rendition by El Trío Llocántaru (Cantabrian band)
Live rendition by Chus Pedro
Lyrics on Fundación Joaquín Díaz + recording by Joaquín himself.

NOTE: The Fundación Joaquín Díaz (Joaquín Díaz Foundation) is a very valuable ressource for Spanish tradtional songs and musical material. The whole site is in Spanish except for the home page that has been translated into a few languages.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST
Date: 26 Jun 21 - 05:45 AM

What a wonderful thread! When I was a student (in the 60s), we sang several songs in French:

Chevaliers de la table Ronde
Jeanetonne
A la claire fontaine
En passant par la Lorraine

And in Spain picked up several ditties:

Eres alta y delgada
La Fuente del Cacho
Caminito del Aviles

and others I can't recall.

Tradsinger

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 23 Jun 21 - 03:31 PM

"'S trusaidh mi na coilleagan", I will gather the cockles, was sung in Scottish Gaelic at teh 14 June singaround. A Mudcat thread gives both English and Gaelic words for the song
"Origins: The Cockle Gatherers"

An Irish Gaelic song was sung at the same singaround: Seán Ó Duibhir a' Ghleanna

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 22 Jun 21 - 03:29 PM

At the 21 June 2021 singaround, Dawn Berg sang Cha Bhí Mí Buan in Scottish Gaelic.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 21 Jun 21 - 05:24 PM

ÁLTAL MENNÉK Által mennék én a Tiszán Ladikon, ladikon, de ladikon. Ott lakik a, ott lakik a galambom, Ott lakik a galambom. Ott lakik a városban, A harmadik utcában, Piros rózsa, kék nefelejcs, ibolya Nyílik az ablakában. Által mennék én a Tiszán Nem merek, nem merek, de nem merek. Attól félek, hogy a Tiszába esek, Hogy a Tiszába esek. Lovam hátán seje-haj, Félre fordult a nyereg, A Tiszának habjai közt elveszek, A babámé nem leszek.

Által mennék translation, mine I would go on the Tisza In a punt, only in a punt My sweetie lives there Lives there, lives there Over there in the city On the third street Red roses, blue forget-me-nots Bloom in their window I would go on the Tisza I dare not, only I dare not I fear I'll fall in Fall in, fall in My horse's saddle Has fallen sideways I am lost on the foamy banks I will never be theirs.

"The Hungarian folk song 'Által mennék én a Tiszán' was collected by Zoltán Kodály in Szeged in 1905. A year later, Béla Bartók also wrote it down in Békésgyula, then in 1907 in Felsőireg. The song has a new style and an adaptive rhythm." From Hungarian Wikipedia (Hungarian only, translation by Google) -with sheet music and links

Live rendition by Magyar Rózsa
Variation by Folkfonics feat Csemer Boggie & Accord Quartet
Recording by Gémes trió
Wiki's Hungarian folk songs list

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 21 Jun 21 - 03:41 PM

(Macho!) folk song from Macedonia in Bulgarian

ИМАТЕ ЛИ ВИНО (Bulgarian) 1. Имате ли вино, имате ли вино, Имате ли руйно вино, дайте го на нас. Руйно ли е то, руйно или не, Щом се казва руйно вино, дайте го на нас! Руйно ли е то, руйно или не, Щом се казва руйно вино, дайте го на нас! 2. Имате ли пари, имате ли пари, Имате ли едри пари, дайте ги на нас. Едри ли са те, едри или не, Щом се казват едри пари, дайте ги на нас! Едри ли са те, едри или не, Щом се казват едри пари, дайте ги на нас! 3. Имате ли булки, имате ли булки? Имате ли щедри булки, дайте ги на нас! Щедри ли са те, щедри или не, Щом се казват щедри булки, дайте ги на нас! Щедри ли са те, щедри или не, Щом се казват щедри булки, дайте ги на нас! 4. Имате ли моми, имате ли моми, Имате ли млади моми, дайте ги на нас, Млади ли са те, млади или не, Щом се казват млади моми, дайте ги на нас! Млади ли са те, млади или не, Щом се казват млади моми, дайте ги на нас! 5. Имате ли баби, имате ли баби, Имате ли стари баби, дръжте ги за вас, Стари ли са те, стари или не, Щом се казват стари баби, дръжте ги за вас! Стари ли са те, стари или не, Щом се казват стари баби, дръжте ги за вас!

DO YOU HAVE WINE 1. Do you have wine, do you have wine, Do you have red wine, give it to us. Is it red, red or not, If it's red wine, give it to us! Is it red, red or not, If it is red wine, give it to us! 2. Do you have money, do you have money, Do you have a lot of money, give it to us. Is there a lot, a lot or not, If it's a lot of money, give it to us! Is there a lot, a lot or not, If it's a lot of money, give it to us! 3. Do you have brides, do you have brides? Do you have generous brides, give them to us! Are they generous, generous or not, If they're generous brides, give them to us! Are they generous, generous or not, If they're generous brides, give them to us! 4. Do you have girls, do you have girls, Do you have any young girls, give them to us, Are they young, young or not, If they're young girls, give them to us! Are they young, young or not, If they're young girls, give them to us! 5. Do you have grandmothers, do you have grandmothers, Do you have any old grandmothers, keep them for you, Are they old, old or not, If they're old grandmothers, keep them for you. Are they old, old or not, If they're old grandmothers, keep them for you.

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Here is a link to Folk Dance Musing where you'll find the steps, a transliteration of a version of the verses 1, 2, 4 and 5 here above + a translation and some videos. Note that "баби" (babi) is in plural -the singular is "баба"), so their translation should be "Do you have grandmothers". It's the version I sang yesterday in which I included the verse about the brides.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 14 Jun 21 - 02:51 PM

ROMANCE DE LA PÉRDIDA DE ALHAMA (Spanish) Anonymous romance, 15th C. Music by Paco Ibañez who selected lines from the original work (Cf. below). Paseábase el rey moro por la ciudad de Granada desde la puerta de Elvira hasta la de Vivarrambla. Cartas le fueron venidas cómo Alhama era ganada ¡Ay! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay! Por el Zacatín arriba, subido había al Alhambra, mandó tocar sus trompetas, sus añafiles de plata porque lo oyesen los moros que andaban por el arada. ¡Ay! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay! Allí habló un viejo alfaquí***, la barba bellida y cana, ¿Para qué nos mandas, rey? ¿A qué fue nuestra llamada? Para que sepáis, amigos, la gran pérdida de Alhama. ¡Ay! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay de mi Alhama! ¡Ay!

ROMANCE OF THE LOSS OF ALHAMA (This literal translation and the one of the whole romance below are from yours truly -which means "raw with no embellishments") The Moorish king was strolling through the city of Granada From the Elvira gate to the one of Bibarrambla Letters came to him [about] how Alhama was taken. Alas! Alas, my Alhama! Alas, my Alhama! Alas! Up the Zacatín* street, he went [up] to the Alhambra, He ordered be sounded his trumpets, his silver añafils** For the Moors who walked in the plowed land to hear it. Alas! Alas, my Alhama! Alas, my Alhama! Alas! There an old alfaqui spoke, his beard beautiful and gray What do you summon us for, king? What's the reason for this call? So that you know, friends, of the great loss of Alhama. Alas! Alas, my Alhama! Alas, my Alhama! Alas!

Alhama de Granada was taken by the Spanish on 1482/02/28 (Granada War Wiki)


* Zacatín: "clothes market" from Spanish Arabic "saqqaṭtín", plural of saqqáṭ, from classical Arabic saqqāṭ, old clothes seller.
**Moorish trumpets, buisines
***Alfaquí: Muslim priest, wise man.

Here is the full romance:

ROMANCE DE LA PÉRDIDA DE ALHAMA (Spanish) Anonymous romance, 15th C. Paseábase el rey moro — por la ciudad de Granada desde la puerta de Elvira — hasta la de Vivarrambla. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Cartas le fueron venidas — que Alhama era ganada. Las cartas echó en el fuego — y al mensajero matara, —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Descabalga de una mula, — y en un caballo cabalga; por el Zacatín arriba — subido se había al Alhambra. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Como en el Alhambra estuvo, — al mismo punto mandaba que se toquen sus trompetas, — sus añafiles de plata. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Y que las cajas de guerra — apriesa toquen al arma, porque lo oigan sus moros, — los de la vega y Granada. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Los moros que el son oyeron — que al sangriento Marte llama, uno a uno y dos a dos — juntado se ha gran batalla. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Allí fabló un moro viejo, — de esta manera fablara: —¿Para qué nos llamas, rey, — para qué es esta llamada? —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— —Habéis de saber, amigos, — una nueva desdichada: que cristianos de braveza — ya nos han ganado Alhama. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Allí fabló un alfaquí — de barba crecida y cana: —Bien se te emplea, buen rey, — buen rey, bien se te empleara. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Mataste los Bencerrajes, — que eran la flor de Granada, cogiste los tornadizos — de Córdoba la nombrada. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!— Por eso mereces, rey, — una pena muy doblada: que te pierdas tú y el reino, — y aquí se pierda Granada. —¡Ay de mi Alhama!—

ROMANCE OF THE LOSS OF ALHAMA The Moorish king was strolling through the city of Granada From the Elvira gate to the one of Bibarrambla Alas, my Alhama! He was brought letters – [telling] Alhama was taken. He threw the letters in the fire and killed the messenger Alas, my Alhama! He dismounts his mule – and on a horse he's riding; Up the Zacatín street he went up to the Alhambra. Alas, my Alhama! As soon as he was in the Alhambra, he straight away ordered His trumpets and his silver añafils to be sounded Alas, my Alhama! And his war drums at once to sound to arms So that his Moors hear it, the ones from the plain and Granada. Alas, my Alhama! The Moors who heard the sound that calls the bloodthirsty Mars, One by one and two by two, a great battle gathered. Alas, my Alhama! There spake* an old Moor, he spake thus, What doest thou call us for, king, what is this call for? Alas, my Alhama! You have to know, friends, an ill-fated news: Brave/ferocious Christians have already won Alhama from us. Alas, my Alhama! There spake an old alfaquí with a long, gray beard: It serves thee right, good king, good king, right it has served thee. Alas, my Alhama! Thou killedst the Bencerrajes who were the cream of Granada, Thou tookst the renegades from the renowned Córdoba/Cordova. Alas, my Alhama! For that thou deservest, king, a well doubled punishment: That thyself and the kingdom be lost– and now Granada be lost. Alas, my Alhama!

*I used "spake" because the Spanish uses "fabló", the 15th century form of nowadays "habló" when the initial "f" in most words might have been silent or pronounced as "h" but was not yet replaced in spelling by "h". Cf. "fijo" = "hijo" (son), "farina" = "harina" (flour), "fazer/facer" = "hacer" (to do/to make) etc.

original lyrics + a rhyming, embellished translation with many additional verses in English (there's a note at the bottom of the Spanish text saying "Here stops the original text. I wonder what the translator was smoking")

A small blurb about Alhama with photos and the text of the romance

two Spanish versions, a Portuguese one + 4 lines in Portuguese, a score.

An educational pdf document in Spanish about the historical and geographical background with many pictures.

Recording by Paco Ibáñez

Recording by Carmela (Carmen Requeta Dideo) in "Chants d'Espagne et d'Amérique Latine" Vinyl LP (Paco Ibáñez's version)

Recording by Joaquín Díaz

Lyrics + chords

Bolero flamenco by Fernando Barros Lirola.

Recording by HADIT ("Por las dos caras" -1987)

Modern versión performed in the 2010 Alhama "comarca" (~county) festival

Eduardo Paniagua La Conquista De Granada The Orchard Music

Concert by Axivil Aljamía that took place on 2013/06/13 in the patio of the Batha Museum in Fes (Morocco) during the 19th World Sacred Music Festival

You can find more recordings/renditions searching these YouTube pages Romance de la pérdida de Alhama, Ay de mi Alhama

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 08 Jun 21 - 03:12 AM

Laura Martin sang...

ЛЕТЯТ УТКИ (Russian)

Летят утки, летят утки и два гуся.
Ох...Кого люблю, кого люблю — не дождуся.

Приди, милый, приди, милый, стукни в стену,
Ох...А я выйду, а я выйду, тебя встрену.

Мил уехал, мил уехал за Воронеж.
Ох...Теперь его, теперь его не воротишь.

Когда, милый, когда, милый, бросать станешь,
Ох...Не расска... не рассказывай, что знаешь.

Ох, как трудно, ох, как трудно расстаются —
Ох...Глазки смотрят, глазки смотрят, слёзы льются.

Цветёт колос, цветёт колос, к земле клонит,
Ох...По милому, по милому сердце стонет.

Here is a Russian page with 3 very slightly different set of lyrics and 2 scores (one in D, one in E).

Beautiful rendition by the Voronezh Russian State Folk Choir.
Online recording
Live rendition (in traditional outfits!)
Many more!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 07 Jun 21 - 08:38 PM

relevant songs I heard on the 7 June singaround were

Sheòl am Bàta Fairis a-null (Gaelic) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=169950 and Tzena Tzena (Hebrew) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=7975#48464

I missed the first 2 hours of the singaround, so I expect Monique may add another song or two for this week.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 07 Jun 21 - 03:31 PM

LA MORT DE L'OURS © Beau Dommage & Félix Leclerc (1969) Où allez-vous, Papa loup Chapeau mou, médaille au cou Vous a-t-on nommé shérif Des montagnes et des récifs ? Non, mon fils, j'ai pris un bain Chaussé guêtres et canne en main Vais porter hommage au roi Si tu veux, viens avec moi N'orignal ni carcajou Je ne connais roi que vous Peigne plutôt tes poils fous Et suis-moi à pas de loup Ils ont marché quatre lieux Arrivés près d'un torrent Sauvage et débordant De cris et de chants d'adieu Bonjour Sire, c'est moi, le loup M' voyez-vous, m'entendez-vous? Suis venu à travers bois Vous saluer, comme il se doit Il se tient droit, salue l'ours Qui a la patte dans le piège Plein de sang dessus la mousse Et tombe la première neige Le petit loup est ému Et voudrait rentrer chez lui Le gros ours, le gros poilu Lui sourit et dit merci Ils sont revenus de nuit À travers bouleaux jolis Le plus grand marchait devant Et pleurait abondamment.

THE DEATH OF THE BEAR Where are you going, daddy wolf? Felt hat, medallion round your neck Have you been made sheriff Of the mountains and the reefs? No, my son, I've taken a bath Shod in gaiters, cane in hand Going to pay homage to the king If you like, come with me. Neither the moose nor the wolverine You're the only king I know Comb out your silly fur And follow me in wolf-steps. They walked for 4 leagues Got near a rushing river Wild, and overflowing With cries and songs of farewell. Hello, Sire, it's me, the wolf Do you see me? Do you hear me? I have come through the wood To greet you as one should. He stands straight, greets the bear Whose paw is in the trap Lots of blood upon the moss And the first snow falls. The little wolf is moved* And wants to go home The big bear, the big hairy one Smiles at him and says thank you. They came back overnight Through lovely birches The bigger one walked in front And wept copiously.

*in the sense of being emotional

Recording by Félix Leclerc and Beau Dommage
1969 recording by Félix Leclerc
1979 recording by Félix Leclerc

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Jun 21 - 05:22 PM

A TERCEIRA LÂMINA (1981) (Brazilian Portuguese) © Zé Ramalho (10/03/1949 - ) É aquela que fere que virá mais tranquila Com a fome do povo, com pedaços da vida Como a dura semente que se prende no fogo De toda multidão Acho bem mais do que pedras na mão Dos que vivem calados, pendurados no tempo Esquecendo os momentos na fundura do poço Na garganta do fosso, a voz de um cantador E virá como guerra a terceira mensagem Na cabeça do homem aflição e coragem Afastado da terra, ele pensa na fera Que o começa a devorar Acho que os anos irão se passar Com aquela certeza que teremos no olho Novamente a ideia de sairmos do poço Da garganta do fosso, a voz de um cantador E virá como guerra (virá como guerra) A terceira mensagem (terceira mensagem) Na cabeça do homem (homem) Aflição e coragem (coragem) Afastado da terra, ele pensa na fera Que o começa a devorar Acho que os anos irão se passar Com aquela certeza que teremos no olho Novamente a ideia de sairmos do poço Da garganta do fosso, a voz de um cantador Eiá! Oh-oh! Eiá! Ooh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Eiá! Oh-oh! Eiá! Oooooooh! Oh! Na voz de um cantador

THE THIRD BLADE Translation and notes by Julia Alvares Is the one which hurts which will come easier With the hunger of the people with pieces of life With the hard seed which is caught by the fire Of the whole crowd I find much more than stones in my hand* Of those who live silent hanging in time Forgetting the moments in the depth of the rock bottom In the throat of the fosse in the voice of a singer** And it will come as a war the third message In the mind of men, afliction and courage Away from the land he thinks in the beast Which starts to devours him I believe the years will pass With that certainty we will have in the eye Again the idea of leaving the rock bottom The throat of the fosse in the voice of a singer And it will come as a war (will come as a war) The third message (message) In the mind of men, (men) Afliction and courage (courage) Away from the land he thinks in the beast Which starts to devours him I believe the years will pass With that certainty we will have in the eye Again the idea of leaving the rock bottom The throat of the fosse in the voice of a singer.

Notes: *The word "lâmina" could mean "blade", but also "record". This is the first song of the artist's third record, hence he makes a game of words.
*It's a game of words, for "stones in the hand" may also mean agressivity.
**When the artist says "cantador" he doesn't mean an ordinary professional singer, but a traditional profession from the Northeast of the country, when men sing lines as they compose it, and usually defy each other, like some kind of rap battle. The cantadores also have social prestige, and have some mystical air around them.

The translation and notes by Julia Alvares have been borrowed from Lyricstranslate.com.

Original clip by Zé Ramalho
Recording by Zé Ramalho
Live rendition by Zé Ramalho and his cousin Elba Ramalho

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Subject: ADD: Amore Grande Amore Mio
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Jun 21 - 12:56 AM

Gayle Wade sang this one on May 31

AMORE GRANDE, AMORE MIO (Italian) Lyrics: Claudio Mattone (1943 - ), music: Piero Pintucci (1943 - ) Sung by Peppino di Capri -1974 Se ti dicessi, che ieri io Avevo un'altra tra le braccia al poso tuo Ci crederesti, ne soffriresti Una tragedia ne faresti oppure no Io ti conosco, io so che tu Diresti solo che peccato e niente più E rideresti, sorvoleresti Tu sei moderna in queste cose più di me E meno male che non è successo niente Solo pensieri, niente di niente Lo sai che in fondo noi ci amiamo veramente Teneramente, profondamente Amore grande, amore mio L'unica mia avventura è questa insieme a te Qualunque cosa, qualunque scusa Non mi separerà da te Ma se sapessi, che ieri tu Stringevi un altro fra le braccia al posto mio Ti ucciderei, impazzirei

TRUE LOVE, MY LOVE If I told you, that yesterday I Had another in my arms instead of you Would you believe it, you would suffer? Would you make a tragedy of it or not? I know you, I know that you Would just say 'what a pity' and nothing more And you would laugh, you would pass over it, You are more modern than me about these things. Luckily, nothing happened Just thoughts, nothing at all You know that deep down we really love each other Tenderly, deeply True love, my love My only adventure is this one with you Anything, any excuse Won't separate me from you But if I knew, that yesterday you Held another in your arms in my place I'd kill you, I'd go crazy.

Peppino di Capri's recording

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 31 May 21 - 02:08 PM

GUITARRA EN DUELO MAYOR (Spanish) © Nicolás Guillén (1902-1989) / Paco Ibáñez (1934 - ) Soldadito de Bolivia, soldadito boliviano, armado vas con tu rifle, que es un rifle americano, que es un rifle americano, soldadito de Bolivia, que es un rifle americano. Te lo dio el señor Barrientos, soldadito boliviano, regalo de Mister Johnson, para matar a tu hermano, para matar a tu hermano, soldadito de Bolivia, para matar a tu hermano. ¿No sabes quién es el muerto, soldadito boliviano? El muerto es el Che Guevara, y era argentino y cubano, y era argentino y cubano, soldadito de Bolivia, y era argentino y cubano. Él fue tu mejor amigo, soldadito boliviano, él fue tu amigo de a pobre del Oriente al Altiplano, del Oriente al Altiplano, soldadito de Bolivia, del Oriente al Altiplano. Está mi guitarra entera, soldadito boliviano, de luto, pero no llora, aunque llorar es humano, aunque llorar es humano, soldadito de Bolivia, aunque llorar es humano. No llora porque la hora, soldadito boliviano, no es de lágrima y pañuelo, sino de machete en mano, sino de machete en mano, soldadito de Bolivia, sino de machete en mano. Con el cobre que te paga, soldadito boliviano, que te vendes, que te compra, es lo que piensa el tirano, es lo que piensa el tirano, soldadito de Bolivia, es lo que piensa el tirano. Despierta, que ya es de día, soldadito boliviano, está en pie ya todo el mundo, porque el sol salió temprano, porque el sol salió temprano, soldadito de Bolivia, porque el sol salió temprano. Coge el camino derecho, soldadito boliviano, no es siempre camino fácil, no es fácil siempre ni llano, no es fácil siempre ni llano, soldadito de Bolivia, no es fácil siempre ni llano. Pero aprenderás seguro, soldadito boliviano, que a un hermano no se mata, que no se mata a un hermano, que no se mata a un hermano, soldadito de Bolivia, que no se mata a un hermano.

GUITAR IN MOURNING MAJOR* Little soldier from Bolivia, Little Bolivian soldier, You go, armed with your rifle, That is an American rifle, That is an American rifle, Little soldier from Bolivia, That is an American rifle. Mr. Barrientos gave it to you, Little Bolivian soldier, A gift from Mr. Johnson, To kill your brother, To kill your brother, Little soldier from Bolivia, To kill your brother. You don't know who the dead man is, Little Bolivian soldier? The dead man is Che Guevara, And he was Argentinian and Cuban, And he was Argentinian and Cuban, Little soldier from Bolivia, And he was Argentinian and Cuban. He was your best friend, Little Bolivian soldier, He was the friend of the poor From the Orient to the Altiplano**, From the Orient to the Altiplano, Little soldier from Bolivia, From the Orient to the Altiplano. My whole guitar, Little Bolivian soldier, Is in mourning, but it does not cry, Although crying is human Although crying is human, Little soldier from Bolivia, Although crying is human. It doesn't cry because the time, Little Bolivian soldier, Is not of tears and handkerchiefs, But of a machete in hand, But of a machete in hand, Little soldier from Bolivia, But of a machete in hand. With the copper he pays you, Little Bolivian soldier, That you sell yourself, that he buys you, That's what the tyrant thinks, That's what the tyrant thinks, Little soldier from Bolivia, That's what the tyrant thinks. Wake up, it's already daylight, Little Bolivian soldier, Everyone is in place, Because the sun rose early, Because the sun rose early, Little soldier from Bolivia, Because the sun came up early. Take the right path, Little Bolivian soldier, It's not always an easy path, It is not always easy or flat, It is not always easy or flat, Little soldier from Bolivia, It is not always easy or flat. But you will learn for sure, Little Bolivian soldier, That you do not kill your brother, That you do not kill your brother, That you do not kill your brother, Little soldier from Bolivia, That you do not kill your brother.

* "in mourning major" like "in C major" or any other key.
**The Altiplano (Spanish for "high plain"), in west-central South America, is the area where the Andes are the widest. The bulk of the Altiplano lies in Bolivia, but its northern parts lie in Peru, and its southern parts lie in Chile and Argentina. (Wikipedia)

1970 live rendition by Paco Ibáñez in the Paris Olympia.

2018 live rendition byPaco Ibáñez

1997 live rendition by Ángel Parra -a very different tune.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 24 May 21 - 03:39 PM

GIROFLÉ, GIROFLA (French) Sung by Yves Montand. Lyrics:Rosa Holt Music:Henri Goublier son Que tu as la maison douce Giroflé, girofla L'herbe y croît, les fleurs y poussent, le printemps est là Dans la nuit qui devient rousse Giroflé, girofla L'avion la brûlera, l'avion la brûlera Que tu as de beaux champs d'orge Giroflé, girofla Ton grenier de fruits regorge, l'abondance est là Entends-tu souffler la forge Giroflé, girofla L' canon les fauchera, l' canon les fauchera Que tu as de belles filles Giroflé, girofla Dans leurs yeux où la joie brille, l'amour descendra Dans la plaine on se fusille Giroflé, girofla L' soldat les violera, l' soldat les violera Que tes fils sont forts et tendres Giroflé, girofla Ça fait plaisir d' les entendre à qui chantera Dans huit jours on va t' les prendre Giroflé, girofla L' corbeau les mangera, l' corbeau les mangera Tant qu'y aura des militaires soit ton fils, soit le mien Il n' pourra y avoir sur terre pas grand-chose de bien On t' tuera pour te faire taire par derrière comme un chien Et tout ça pour rien, et tout ça pour rien.

(Giroflé girofla has no meaning so I am using Trala) How sweet your house, trala Grass is growing, flowers blooming, spring is here In the reddening night, trala The plane will burn it (bis). How lovely your barley fields, trala Your granary is bursting with fruit, there is plenty, here Do you hear the bellows blowing, trala? The cannon will broach it (bis). How beautiful your daughters, trala In their eyes shining with joy, love will come down On the plains they are shooting each other, trala The soldier will rape them (bis). How strong and sweet your sons, trala What a pleasure to hear them, whom will they sing to, now? In 8 days they'll come and take them, trala The crow will eat them (bis). As long as there are military, either your sons or mine Nothing on earth can be really good They'll kill you to shut you up, from behind, like a dog And all that for nothing (bis).

Recording by Yves Montand
Recording by Rosalie Dubois

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 24 May 21 - 10:55 AM

This song has been posted on the Songs of Victor Jara thread but had no translation.

PLEGARIA A UN LABRADOR (Spanish) (Víctor Jara [1932/09/28 -1973/09/16] - Patricio Castillo [1946 - ]) Levántate y mira la montaña De donde viene el viento, el sol y el agua Tú que manejas el curso de los ríos, Tú que sembraste el vuelo de tu alma. Levántate y mírate las manos, Para crecer, estréchala a tu hermano. Juntos iremos, unidos en la sangre Hoy es el tiempo que puede ser mañana. Líbranos de aquel que nos domina en la miseria, Tráenos tu reino de justicia e igualdad. Sopla como el viento la flor de la quebrada, Limpia como el fuego el cañón de mi fusil. Hágase por fin tu voluntad aquí en la tierra, Danos tu fuerza y tu valor al combatir. Sopla como el viento la flor de la quebrada Limpia como el fuego el cañón de mi fusil. Levántate y mírate las manos Para crecer estréchala a tu hermano Juntos iremos, unidos en la sangre Ahora y en la hora de nuestra muerte - ¡amen!

PRAYER TO A FARMER Rise up and look at the mountain Where wind, sun, and water come from. You who drive the course of the rivers, you who sowed the flight of your soul. Rise up and look at your hands, to grow, hold it out to your brother. Together we will go united in blood, today is the time that can be tomorrow. Free us from the one who rules us in poverty. Bring us your kingdom of justice and equality. Blow like the wind the flower of the ravine. Clean like the fire the cannon of my rifle. Let your will be done at last here on earth. Give us your strength and your courage to fight. Blow like the wind the flower of the ravine. Clean like the fire the cannon of my rifle. Rise up and look at your hands, To grow, hold it out to your brother. Together we will go united in blood, Now and at the time of our death. Amen!

Víctor Jara's recording
Live rendition by Mercedes Sosa
1983 live rendition by Quilapayún (Soloist Guillermo García)
2013 live rendition by Quilapayún (Soloist Fernando Carrasco)

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