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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 01 Mar 21 - 06:08 PM

1 March - Teannaibh Dlùth is Togaibh Fonn
Scottish Gaelic

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 02 Mar 21 - 03:34 AM

LA MÁS BELLA NIÑA (Spanish)
(Luís de Góngora / Paco Ibáñez)

La más bella niña
de nuestro lugar,
hoy viuda y sola
y ayer por casar.
Viendo que sus ojos
a la guerra van,
a su madre dice
que escucha su mal,

Dejadme llorar,
orillas del mar.

Pues me diste, madre,
en tan tierna edad
tan corto el placer,
tan largo el pesar
y me cautivaste
de quien hoy se va
y lleva las llaves
de mi libertad.

Dejadme llorar,
orillas del mar.

Dulce madre mía,
¿quién no llorará,
aunque tenga el pecho
como un pedernal
y no dará voces
viendo marchitar
los más verdes años
de mi mocedad?

Dejadme llorar,
orillas del mar.

En llorar conviertan
mis ojos, de hoy más,
el sabroso oficio
del dulce mirar,
pues que no se pueden
mejor ocupar,
yéndose a la guerra
quien era mi paz.

Dejadme llorar,
Orillas del mar.
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL


The most beautiful girl
Of our place,
Today a widow and alone
And yesterday about to marry.
Seeing that her beloved (lit. "her eyes")
Is going to war,
Says to her mother
Attentive to her pain/misfortune,

Let me weep
By the seashore.

Well, you gave me, mother,
At such a tender age,
Such a short pleasure,
Such a long grief,
And you made me captive
Of the one who leaves today
And takes away the keys
Of my freedom.

Let me weep
By the seashore

Sweet mother of mine,
Who will not cry,
Even with a heart
As hard as a flint
And will not cry out
As they see
The greenest years
Of my youth wither?

Let me weep
By the seashore.

Let my eyes, from now on,
Turn into tears
The delicious function
Of sweet sight,
Since they can't
Be of a better use,
As the one who was my peace
Leaves for war

Let me weep
By the seashore.
Here is the original poem written in 1580 by Luís de Góngora y Argote (1561-1627)
LA MÁS BELLA NIÑA

La más bella niña
De nuestro lugar,
Hoy viuda y sola
Y ayer por casar,
Viendo que sus ojos
A la guerra van,
A su madre dice,
Que escucha su mal:

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.

Pues me diste, madre,
En tan tierna edad
Tan corto el placer,
Tan largo el pesar,
Y me cautivaste
De quien hoy se va
Y lleva las llaves
De mi libertad.

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.

En llorar conviertan
Mis ojos, de hoy más,
El sabroso oficio
Del dulce mirar,
Pues que no se pueden
Mejor ocupar,
Yéndose a la guerra
Quien era mi paz.

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.


No me pongáis freno
Ni queráis culpar,
Que lo uno es justo,
Lo otro por demás.
Si me queréis bien,
No me hagáis mal;
Harto peor fuera
Morir y callar.

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.

Dulce madre mía,
¿Quién no llorará,
Aunque tenga el pecho
Como un pedernal,
Y no dará voces
Viendo marchitar
Los más verdes años
De mi mocedad?

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.

Váyanse las noches,
Pues ido se han
Los ojos que hacían
Los míos velar;
Váyanse, y no vean
Tanta soledad,
Después que en mi lecho
Sobra la mitad.

Dejadme llorar
Orillas del mar.

Translation of the two verses not included in the song sung by Paco Ibáñez

Don't stop me
And don't blame me,
As the former is fair
The latter is pointless.
If you wish me good/if you love me well,
Don't hurt me;
To die and hush
Would be much worse.

Let the nights go away
Since have gone
The eyes that made
Mine stay awake;
Let them go and not see
So much loneliness
After half of my bed
Is useless.
Paco Ibáñez original recording (1964)
Live rendition in Alcázar de San Juan on 2018/08/21.
You'll find a rhyming English version on the Antiwar Songs site

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 04 Mar 21 - 04:05 AM

Sung by Steve Belsey

NEPUDEM DOMÚ (Czech)

Nepudem domú,
Až bude ráno,
Až bude na nebi
Hvĕzdiček málo

Nepudem domú,
Budeme tady
Až bude slunéčko
Nad napajedly

Nepudem domú,
Až bude svítat
Až budú tatíček
Palicú smýkat

Čechomor live rendition

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 08 Mar 21 - 04:16 PM

Monique, this is the best translation I've found...
LES DJINNS (French)
(1829, Victor Hugo 1802-1885)

Murs, ville,
Et port,
Asile
De mort,
Mer grise
Où brise
La brise,
Tout dort.

Dans la plaine
Naît un bruit.
C'est l'haleine
De la nuit.
Elle brame
Comme une âme
Qu'une flamme
Toujours suit!

La voix plus haute
Semble un grelot.
D'un nain qui saute
C'est le galop.
Il fuit, s'élance,
Puis en cadence
Sur un pied danse
Au bout d'un flot.

La rumeur approche.
L'écho la redit.
C'est comme la cloche
D'un couvent maudit ;
Comme un bruit de foule,
Qui tonne et qui roule,
Et tantôt s'écroule,
Et tantôt grandit,

Dieu ! la voix sépulcrale
Des Djinns !... Quel bruit ils font !
Fuyons sous la spirale
De l'escalier profond.
Déjà s'éteint ma lampe,
Et l'ombre de la rampe,
Qui le long du mur rampe,
Monte jusqu'au plafond.

C'est l'essaim des Djinns qui passe,
Et tourbillonne en sifflant!
Les ifs, que leur vol fracasse,
Craquent comme un pin brûlant.
Leur troupeau, lourd et rapide,
Volant dans l'espace vide,
Semble un nuage livide
Qui porte un éclair au flanc.

Ils sont tout près ! - Tenons fermée
Cette salle, où nous les narguons.
Quel bruit dehors ! Hideuse armée
De vampires et de dragons !
La poutre du toit descellée
Ploie ainsi qu'une herbe mouillée,
Et la vieille porte rouillée
Tremble, à déraciner ses gonds!

Cris de l'enfer! voix qui hurle et qui pleure!
L'horrible essaim, poussé par l'aquilon,
Sans doute, ô ciel ! s'abat sur ma demeure.
Le mur fléchit sous le noir bataillon.
La maison crie et chancelle penchée,
Et l'on dirait que, du sol arrachée,
Ainsi qu'il chasse une feuille séchée,
Le vent la roule avec leur tourbillon!

Prophète ! si ta main me sauve
De ces impurs démons des soirs,
J'irai prosterner mon front chauve
Devant tes sacrés encensoirs!
Fais que sur ces portes fidèles
Meure leur souffle d'étincelles,
Et qu'en vain l'ongle de leurs ailes
Grince et crie à ces vitraux noirs!

Ils sont passés ! - Leur cohorte
S'envole, et fuit, et leurs pieds
Cessent de battre ma porte
De leurs coups multipliés.
L'air est plein d'un bruit de chaînes,
Et dans les forêts prochaines
Frissonnent tous les grands chênes,
Sous leur vol de feu pliés!

De leurs ailes lointaines
Le battement décroît,
Si confus dans les plaines,
Si faible, que l'on croit
Ouïr la sauterelle
Crier d'une voix grêle,
Ou pétiller la grêle
Sur le plomb d'un vieux toit.

D'étranges syllabes
Nous viennent encor ;
Ainsi, des arabes
Quand sonne le cor,
Un chant sur la grève
Par instants s'élève,
Et l'enfant qui rêve
Fait des rêves d'or.

Les Djinns funèbres,
Fils du trépas,
Dans les ténèbres
Pressent leurs pas;
Leur essaim gronde:
Ainsi, profonde,
Murmure une onde
Qu'on ne voit pas.

Ce bruit vague
Qui s'endort,
C'est la vague
Sur le bord;
C'est la plainte,
Presque éteinte,
D'une sainte
Pour un mort.

On doute
La nuit...
J'écoute :
-Tout fuit,
Tout passe
L'espace
Efface
Le bruit.
THE GENIES
Translation ©Marva Barnett (Cf. below)


Walls, town,
and port,
harbor
of death.
A grey sea
where the breeze
breaks;
everything sleeps.

On the plains,
a noise is born.
It’s the breath
of night.
It moans
like a soul
a flame
always follows.

The loudest voice
resembles a little spherical bell.
It’s the gallop
of a jumping dwarf.
It flees, rushes forward,
then in cadence
dances on one foot
at the end of a wave.
The rumor approaches.
The echo repeats it.
It’s like the steeple bell
of a cursed convent;
like the noise of a crowd
that thunders and rolls
and sometimes collapses
and sometimes grows.

God! the sepulchral voice
of the Genies! What noise they make!
Let’s flee under the spiral
of the deep staircase.
Already my lamp goes out,
and the shadow of the banister
that creeps up the wall
climbs all the way to the ceiling.

The Genie swarm is passing
in a whistling whirlwind!
The yews, smashed by their flight,
crack like a burning pine.
Their heavy, rapid troop,
flying in the empty space,
seems to be a livid cloud
that carries lightening in its side.

They’re really near! Let’s keep
this room closed, here where we deride them.
What a noise outside! Hideous army
of vampire and dragons!
The detached roof beam
is bending like a damp piece of grass,
and the old rusty door
is trembling off its hinges!

Cries of hell! Voices that shriek and lament!
The horrible swarm, pushed by the north wind,
without a doubt, oh heavens! is swooping down on my house.
The wall yields before the black battalion.
The leaning house screams and totters;
and one would say that the wind tears the house from the ground,
rolling it with their whirlwind,
as it might chase a dry leaf!

Prophet! If your hand saves me
from these impure demons of the nights,
I will prostrate myself
before your sacred censers/altars.
Let it be that, before these faithful doors,
their breath dies in sparks,
and that in vain the claws of their wings
scratch and screech at these dark windows!

They’ve gone! Their cohort
flies away, flees; and their feet
have stopped beating on my door
with multiple blows.
The air is full of the noise of chains;
and in the nearby forest
all the great oaks quiver,
folded beneath their flight of fire!

The beating of their distant wings
diminishes:
so confused in the plains,
so feeble that one seems
to hear the locust
cry in a frail voice,
or hail crackle
on an old lead roof.

Strange syllables
still come to us;
thus does an Arab chant
rise up on the beach
when the horn is sounded;
and the child who dreams
dreams golden dreams.

The baneful Genies,
sons of death,
hurry on
into the shadows;
their swarm growls:
thus profoundly
murmurs a wave
one doesn’t see.

This vague noise
that subsides in sleep
is the wave on the shore;
it’s the moaning,
almost faded away,
of a saint
for someone dead.

We doubt
the night
I listen
—everything flees,
everything passes away,
space
erases
the noise.
Borrowed from Marva Barnett © 2018. "An award-winning educator and lifelong teacher of French language, literature, and culture, Marva Barnett holds a Ph.D. in Romance Languages and Literatures from Harvard University. In 2012, the French government named her Chevalier des palmes académiques for her work on Victor Hugo."

Reading 1, reading 2, YouTube page with many renditions and recordings.
Gabriel Fauré composed Les Djinns op. 12 (1875) for mixed choir, César Franck composed a symphonic poem Les Djinns (FWV 45) in 1884 and Louis Vierne composed Les Djinns op. 35 in 1912.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 Mar 21 - 03:35 AM

MON AMIE LA ROSE (French)
Cécile Caulier (1929-2009), J. Lacôme d'Estalenx (1838-1920)
Sung by Françoise Hardy in 1964

On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
À l'aurore je suis née
Baptisée de rosée
Je me suis épanouie
Heureuse et amoureuse
Aux rayons du soleil
Me suis fermée la nuit
Me suis réveillée vieille

Pourtant j'étais très belle
Oui, j'étais la plus belle
Des fleurs de ton jardin

On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Me l'a dit ce matin
Vois le dieu qui m'a faite
Me fait courber la tête
Et je sens que je tombe
Et je sens que je tombe
Mon cœur est presque nu
J'ai le pied dans la tombe
Déjà je ne suis plus

Tu m'admirais hier
Et je serai poussière
Pour toujours demain.

On est bien peu de chose
Et mon amie la rose
Est morte ce matin
La lune cette nuit
A veillé mon amie
Moi en rêve j'ai vu
Eblouissante et nue
Son âme qui dansait
Bien au-delà des nues
Et qui me souriait

Croie celui qui peut croire
Moi, j'ai besoin d'espoir
Sinon je ne suis rien

Ou bien si peu de chose
C'est mon amie la rose
Qui l'a dit hier matin.
MY FRIEND THE ROSE
Translation by Tom Thomson (1944 - )


We aren't anything much
and my friend the rose
told me so this morning.
At dawn I was born,
baptised with dew,
I spread myself out
happy and loving
to the suns rays.
I closed myself at night
and woke up old.

Nonetheless I was very beautiful,
yes, I was the most beautiful
of the flowers in your garden.

We aren't anything much
and my friend the rose
told me so this morning.
See the god who made me
makes me bow my head
and I feel that I'm falling,
and I feel that I'm falling.
My heart is almost bare,
I've one foot in the grave
already I no longer am.

You admired me yesterday
and I'll be dust
for ever tomorrow.

We aren't anything much
and my friend the rose
died this morning.
Last night the moon
held a wake over my friend.
I, in a dream I saw
her bare and dazzling
soul which was dancing
well beyond the clouds
and was smiling at me.

Let him who can believe,
Me, I need some hope
without it I am nothing

Or maybe not much of anything.
It was my friend the rose
who said that yesterday morning.
Translation borrowed from Lyricstranslate.com (the best of them IMO)

Françoise Hardy's rendition

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 21 - 05:09 PM

Sung by Jim Lucas
МЕТЕЛИЦА (Russian)

Вдоль поулице метелица метёт
За метелицей мой миленой идёт

припев
Ты постой, постой, крсавица моя,
Дозволь наглядеться, радость, на тебя.

На твою ли, на приятну красату
На твоё ли, что ль на белое лицо

(припев)

Красота твоя с ума меня свела
Иссушила добра молодца меня

(припев)
SNOW FLURRY

A snow flurry sweeps along the street;
Behind the flurry goes my dear.

Chorus
Stay, stay, my beauty,
Let me gaze on you, my joy.

On your pleasant beauty,
On your white face.

(Chorus)

Your beauty has disturbed my soul,
Has drained my youth.

(Chorus)
Jim said: "My translation that's not precisely literal nor meant to be sung, but a friend who does translations between Russian and English professionally has approved it."

Transliteration (not pronunciation!!!)

     METELITSA
vdol' poulitse metelitsa metot
za metelitsey moy milenoy idot

ty postoy, postoy, krsavitsa moya,
dozvol' naglyadet'sya, radost', na tebya.
na tvoyu li, na priyatnu krasatu
na tvoyo li, chto l' na beloye litso

krasota tvoya s uma menya svela
issushila dobra molodtsa menya
Recording 1, recording 2 by Sergei Lemeshev (Сергей ЛЕМЕШЕВ -1902-1977), live rendition by Sergey Lazarev (Сергей Лазарев -1983 - ), Live recording with choir, the whole YouTube page (take your pick!).
French Wiki entry about the song reads (Translated by Google)...
"...it's a Russian folk song from the late 18th century. The music dates from the 1840's by Alexander Varlamov. The lyrics of the song were first published in 1790 under the name 'What Boredom, Mother, to Spend Spring Alone' (Скучно, матушка, весной мне жить одной in Russian). In 1817, the poet Dimitri Glebov [Дмитрий Глебов 1789-1843, (link in Russian only)] reworked them somewhat, and republished them under the name 'How Boring, Mother, To Live as a Lonely Heart' (in Russian Скучно, матушка, мне сердцем жить одной). After the text was set to music in 1842, various versions followed, close to varying degrees to that of Glebov.
The Metelitsa appears in the repertoire of many artists, including Yossif Kobzon, Sergei Lemechev, Anna German and the Red Army Choir."

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 15 Mar 21 - 06:10 PM

CAN VEI LA LAUZETA MOVER (Old Occitan)
Bernat de Ventadorn (ca. 1125 - ca. 1200) (really "ca."!)

Can vei la lauzeta mover
De joi sas alas contral rai,
Que s’oblid’ e.s laissa chazer
Per la doussor c’al cor li vai,
Ai! Tan grans enveya m’en ve
De cui qu’eu veya jauzion,
Meravilhas ai, car desse
Lo cor de dezirer no.m fon

Ai, las! tan cuidava saber
D’amor, e tan petit en sai,
Car eu d’amar no.m posc tener
Celeis don ja pro non aurai.
Tout m’a mo cor, e tout m’a me,
E se mezeis e tot lo mon;
E can se.m tolc, no.m laisset re
Mas dezirer e cor volon.

Anc non agui de me poder
Ni no fui meus de l’or’ en sai
Que.m laisset en sos olhs vezer
En un miralh que mout me plai.
Miralhs, pus me mirei en te,
M’an mort li sospir de preon,
C’aissi.m perdei com perdet se
Lo bels Narcisus en la fon.

De las domnas me dezesper;
Ja mais en lor no.m fiarai;
C’aissi com las solh chaptener,
Enaissi las deschaptenrai.
Pois vei c’una pro no m’en te
Vas leis que.m destrui e.m cofon,
Totas las dopt’ e las mescre,
Car be sai c’atretals se son.

D’aisso.s fa be femna parer
Ma domna, per qu’e.lh’ o retrai,
Car no vol so c’om deu voler,
E so c’om li deveda, fai.
Chazutz sui en mala merce,
Et ai be faih co.l fols en pon;
E no sai per que m’esdeve,
Mas car trop puyei contra mon.

Merces es perduda, per ver,
(Et eu non o saubi anc mai),
Car cilh qui plus en degr’aver,
No.n a ges, et on la querrai ?
A ! Can mal sembla, qui la ve,
Qued aquest chaitiu deziron
Que ja ses leis non aura be,
Laisse morrir, que no l’aon.

Pus ab midons no.m pot valer
Precs ni merces ni.l dreihz qu’eu ai,
Ni a leis no ven a plazer
Qu’eu l’am, ja mais no.lh o dirai.
Aissi.m part de leis e.m recre;
Mort m’a, e per mort li respon,
E vau m’en, pus ilh no.m rete,
Chaitius, en issilh, no sai on.

Tristans, ges no.n auretz de me,
Qu’eu m’en vau, chaitius, no sai on.
De chantar me gic e.m recre,
E de joi e d’amor m’escon.
WHEN I SEE THE LARK


When I see the lark beat his wings
for joy against the sun's ray,
until he forgets to fly and plummets down,
for the sheer delight which goes to his heart,
alas, great envy comes to me
of those whom I see filled with happiness,
and I marvel that my heart
does not instantly melt from desire.

Alas, I thought I knew so much about love,
and really I know so little,
for I cannot keep myself from loving her
from whom I shall have no favor.
She has stolen from me my heart, myself,
herself, and all the world.
When she took herself from me, she left me nothing
but desire and a longing heart.

Never have I been in control of myself
or even belonged to myself from the hour
that she let me gaze into her eyes-
that mirror that pleases me so greatly.
Mirror, since I saw myself reflected in you,
deep sighs have been killing me.
I have lost myself, just as
handsome Narcissus lost himself in the fountain.

I despair of women,
no more will I trust them,
and just as I used to defend them,
now I shall denounce them.
Since I see that none aids me
against her who destroys and confounds me,
I fear and distrust them all
for I know well they are all alike.

In this my lady certainly shows herself
to be a woman, and for it I reproach her,
for she wants not that which one ought to want,
and what is forbidden, she does.
I have fallen out of favor
and have behaved like the fool on the bridge;
and I don't know why it happened
except because I tried to climb too high.

Mercy is lost, in truth,
though I never received it,
for she who should possess it most
has none, so where shall I seek it?
Ah, one who sees her would scarcely guess
that she just leaves this passionate wretch
(who will have no good without her)
to die, and gives no aid.

Since with my lady neither prayers nor mercy
nor my rights avail me,
and since she is not pleased
that I love her, I will never speak of it to her again.
Thus I part from her, and leave;
she has killed me, and by death I respond,
since she does not retain me, I depart,
wretched, into exile, I don't know where.

Tristan, you will have nothing from me,
for I depart, wretched, I don't know where.
I quit and leave off singing
and withdraw from joy and love.
Translation borrowed from here, you'll also find a fine translation there.
You can listen to a nice recording here, to another there… There are more -(but I wouldn't say "everywhere").
Bernat de Ventadorn (or Bernart de Ventadorn or French 'Bernard de Ventadour') is our greatest and best known troubadour.
Wiki entry about the song
Note that troubadours' songs didn't reach us by any folk process, they've been "buried" for centuries and were "exhumed" by scholars only a few decades ago. They weren't folk songs. There were 3 styles of songs: "trobar lèu" (light form) accessible to anyone, "trobar ric" (rich form) accessible to more literate people and "trobar clus" (closed form), complex and obscure, you needed to belong to the elite to access it.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 22 Mar 21 - 05:59 PM

DEVINHÒLA (Occitan)
(Sung by Maria Roanet 1936- )

Ma maire a un lençòl tot blau
Que lo pòt pas plegar.

Mon paire a un molon d’escuts
Que lo pòt pas comptar.

Mon fraire a un irange gròs
Que lo pòt pas plumar.

Ieu ai un brave pescajon:
Lo pòdi pas manjar.

Gaita en amont, gaita plan naut,
I traparàs la clau"
RIDDLE


My mother has a blue bedsheet
That she can't fold.

My father has a lot of coins
That he can't count.

My brother has a big orange
That he can't peel.

I have large pancake
I can't eat it.

Look upwards, look high upwards,
You'll find the answer there.
Rendition by Maria Roanet, Marie Rouanet in French. As a singer she sings in Occitan but as a writer she writes (beautifully) in French except for one in Oc "Dins de patetas rojas" that she later re-wrote in French as "Nous les filles" (Us girls), a collection of memories from when she went from childhood to teenage. My favorite is "La marche lente des glaciers", 1994 (lit. "The Slow March of the Glaciers" -hasn't been translated) in which she tells her father's later life and death.
You can also find a recording and an Italian translation on the Italian Chambra d'òc site as the Occitan Valleys are a part of Italy where Occitan is still spoken.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 09:48 AM

Zog, Maran; a song in Yiddish sung at the 22 March 2021 Mudcat singaround is already posted on Mudcat Zog, Maran

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 23 Mar 21 - 07:44 PM

sung by Fred Maslan
EHAD MI YODEA - QUALO ES EL UNO? (Ladino = Judaeo-Spanish)

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo es el uno, qualo es el uno?
Uno es el Creador, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los dos, qualo son los dos?
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los tres, qualo son los tres?
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los quatro, qualo son los quatro?
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los cinco, qualo son los cinco?
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los sesh, qualo son los sesh?
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los siete, qualo son los siete?
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los ocho, qualo son los ocho?
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los mueve, qualo son los mueve?
Mueve mezes de la prenyada,
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los diez, qualo son los diez?
Diez comandamientos de la lei,
Mueve mezes de la prenyada,
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los once, qualo son los once?
Once estrellas de sueno de Yossef,
Diez comandamientos de la lei,
Mueve mezes de la prenyada,
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los doce, qualo son los doce?
Doce trivos de Yisrael,
Once estrellas de sueno de Yossef,
Diez comandamientos de la lei,
Mueve mezes de la prenyada,
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo

Quien supiense y entendiense, alavar al Dyo criense,
Qualo son los treize, qualo son los trece?
Trece anyos de complas minyan,
Doce trivos de Yisrael,
Once estrellas de sueno de Yossef,
Diez comandamientos de la lei,
Mueve mezes de la prenyada,
Ocho dias de brit mila,
Siete dias de la semana,
Sesh dias sin Shabat,
Cinco livros de la lei,
Quatro madres de Yisrael, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah, Rachel,
Tres muestros padres son, Avraham, Isaac y Yacov,
Dos Moshe y Aaron, uno es el Creador,
Uno es el Creador, baruch Hu uvaruch sh’mo
EHAD MI YODEA -WHO KNOWS ONE?

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is one? What is one?
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is two? What is two?
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is three? What is three?
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is four? What is four?
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is five? What is five?
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is six? What is six?
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is seven? What is seven?
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is eight? What is eight?
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is nine? What is nine?
Nine are the months to childbirth;
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is ten? What is ten?
Ten are the commandments;
Nine are the months to childbirth;
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is eleven? What is eleven?
Eleven are the stars in Joseph's dream;
Ten are the commandments;
Nine are the months to childbirth;
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows andunderstands, praised be exalted God?
What is twelve? What is twelve?
Twelve are the tribes of Israel;
Eleven are the stars in Joseph's dream;
Ten are the commandments;
Nine are the months to childbirth;
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.

Who knows and understands, praised be exalted God?
What is thirteen? What is thirteen?
Thirteen is the age for completing a minyan;
Twelve are the tribes of Israel;
Eleven are the stars in Joseph's dream;
Ten are the commandments;
Nine are the months to childbirth;
Eight are the days to circumcision;
Seven are the days of the week;
Six are the orders of the Mishnah;
Five are the books of the Torah;
Four are the mothers of Israel, Sarah, Rivkah, Leah and Rachel;
Three are the fathers of Israel, Abraham, Isaac and Jacob;
Two are Moshe and Aaron; One is the Creator
One is the Creator, praised be the Eternal God.
Translation borrowed from sephardifederationpbc.org -some other songs in this PDF.
Study about the song
Some songs for Passover in this PDF.

Live rendition

Felipa's comments have been moved to the Ehad Mi Yodea thread.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 09:30 AM

O 'ILLEAN BITHIBH SUNNDACH
(Scottish Gaelic)

Sèist
O 'illean bithibh sunndach
A-null air a bhòidse,
A' fàgail ar dùthcha
'S gun dùil ri tighinn beo innt'.
O ' illean bithibh sunndach
A-null air a bhòidse.

1. Gur mise tha fo ghruaimean
Bhith dol a shiubhal chuantan,
'S i soitheach dubh a' ghuail
Tha 'gam fhuadach thar m' eòlas.

2. Tha sinn dol dh' Aimeireaga
Far nach bi curam eil' oirnn'
Cho fad's a mhaireas coille dhuinn
An eilean Nòbha Scòtia.

3. 'Illean cridheil togarrach
A nì an t-òl 's nach obadh e,
'S ann an Tobar Mhoire
Nì sinn coinneamh 's an tigh-òsta.

4. An gleann a' bharraich uaine
'S an lag am biodh an luachair,
Far 'm bi crodh-laoigh air bhuaile
'S na gruagaichean dol fòdhpa.

5. Tha sinn dol Cheap Breatainn
Gu taobh na h-abhainn Mhira,
Far am bi na smeòraich
A' seinn ruinn fad an t-samhraidh.
BOYS BE IN GOOD SPIRITS


Chorus
Boys be in good spirits
Across on the voyage,
Leaving our country
Without hope of returning alive.
Boys be in good spirits
Across on the voyage.

1. I am despondent
To be about to travel oceans;
It is the black coal-fired vessel
That is banishing me from familiar territory.

2. We are going to America,
Where we shall have no more worry
As long as forests remain for us
In the isle of Nova Scotia.

3. Hearty enthusiastic lads
Who can take a drink and not refuse one,
It's in Tobermory
That we shall meet in the pub.

4. In the glen of the green branches,
In the hollow of the rushes,
Where dairy cows are in the fold
Being milked by young maidens.

5. We are going to Cape Breton,
Beside the Mira River
Where the thrushes will sing for us
All summer long.
Lyrics and translation borrowed from this live rendition
Another live rendition by An Conasg music trio
Recording by the Glasgow Gaelic Choir
Recording by Fiona J. McKenzie

If you want a Gaelic lesson and to learn it "little by little", go see the Learn Gaelic website! -Their translation is slightly different from the one above.

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Subject: RE: learn some Gaelic songs via learngaelic.scot
From: Felipa
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 10:12 AM

I think it can be a bit hard to navigate the Learn Gaelic site to find songs. On the beginners section, it is listed within the Little by Little menu and in the Intermediate section it is listed directly in the menu for Intermediate B1. Both routes bring you to https://learngaelic.scot/littlebylittle/songs/index.jsp


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: leeneia
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 01:14 PM

Hello, Monique. I really enjoyed your song Devinhola with its riddles. Do you think that is an old song?


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 25 Mar 21 - 03:47 PM

Leeneia, the recording is from 2000 but I don't know how old the song is, if it's an old song or if it was written when it was recorded. I can ask if someone around me knows the answer but I'm not sure I'll get one.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 03:40 PM

GUITARE ET TAMBOURIN (French)
Jean Broussolle, Pete de Angelis

Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare
Pour que partout de Tahiti à la Volga
Aussitôt ce soit la même histoire

Et vole les jolies demoiselles
Comme des tourterelles pour s'en aller danser
En ribambelle comme les hirondelles
S'en vont à tire d'ailes au soleil de l'été

Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain des Balalaï-aïka
Pour qu'aussitôt la fille en pleurs
Oublie son cœur dans les coquelicots
Le long de la Volga

Et danse, danse sous les tonnelles
La pauvre demoiselle qui avait tant pleuré
Et recommence avant les fiançailles
Les baisers dans la paille derrière les moulins

Il a suffit qu'un beau matin
Un tambourin suive le refrain d'une guitare
Pour qu'aussitôt à Tahiti, la Vahiné
Parte dans les flots larguer l'amarre

Et vole la jolie demoiselle
Comme une tourterelle pour s'en aller danser
Vogue la belle, vogue sur la lagune
Les vagues sous la lune ont le goût des baisers

À Tahiti ou à Capri
Comme là-bas sur la Volga
GUITAR AND TAMBOURINE


It was enough on a fine morning
For a tamborine to follow the refrain of a guitar
For everywhere, from Tahiti to the Volga
Right away for it to be the same old story

And the pretty damsels fly,
Like turtledoves, to go dancing
In a swarm, as swallows
Fly off swiftly in the summer sun

It was enough on a fine morning
For a tamborine to follow the refrain of balalaikas
For the weeping damsel instantly
to forget her heart among the poppies
along the Volga

And dance, dance under the arbors
The poor damsel who had wept so
It all starts up again, before betrothals,
Kisses in the straw behind the mills

It was enough on a fine morning
For a tamborine to follow the refrain of a guitar
For immediately in Tahiti the hula dancer
Goes off onto the waves, casting off

And off flies the lovely damsel
Like a turtledove, to go dancing
The beauty floats, floats on the lagoon
The waves under the moon taste like kisses

From Tahiti, or on Capri,
Just like over there by the Volga.
Recording by Les compagnons de la chanson.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 04:25 PM

LO SOLDAT DESCONEGUT (Occitan)
(1972) Claudi Martí (1940 - )

La grava a conflat mon ventre,
La pluèja a manjat ma pèl.
Es plan sofrir de pas mai èsser,
L'eternitat, cal la conéisser,
Vos prègui : ont es lo solelh ?

Repic
França, som mòrt a tas guerras,
Rocroy, Verdun e Rivoli,
Mòrt per pas res, plan mòrt, misèria,
Per Loïs Catòrze o Galliéni.

Mon istòria totjorn se sembla:
Me venián préner dins mon camp,
Dins mon usina, o dins ma bòria.
Per França! disiá lo notable ;
Per Dieus! disiá lo capelan.

(Repic)

Coma ieu aqueles d'en fàcia
Eran partits flor al fusilh.
Ara, de tèrra plen la boca,
Pòdon pas escampar lor crit.
Sèm mòrts per los profitaires!
Sèm mòrts per engraissar los rics.

(Repic)

Vergonha, vergonha vosautres,
Enropats dins vòstres drapèus !
Venètz parlar a nòstra plaça
Quand n'a besonh vòstre govèrn.
Venduts, recoflats de messorgas,
Calharetz lèu ! Calharetz lèu !
THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER


Gravel inflated my belly,
Rain ate my skin,
It's very painful to exist no more,
Eternity, you need to know it!
Please, where is the sun?

Chorus
France, I died in your wars,
Rocroy, Verdun and Rivoli,
Dead for nothing, very dead, pity!
For Louis 14th or Galliéni.

My story is always the same,
They would come to take me in my field,
In my factory or in my farm.
For France! would say the public figure,
For God! would say the priest.

(Chorus)

Like me, those from the other side
Had left in naïve innocence.*
Now, with their mouths full of earth,
They can't cry out.
We died for the profiteers!
We died to enrich the wealthy.

(Chorus)

Shame, shame on you,
Wrapped in your flags!
You come to speak in our behalf
When your government needs it.
Sellouts, full of lies,
You'll soon shut up! You'll soon shut up!
*lit. "with a flower to the(ir) rifle"

Recording from 1972.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 29 Mar 21 - 06:18 PM

Je ne Regrette Rien is posted Mudcat but I don't think it has its own discussion thread, so I will copy the lyrics from songs about remembering here
NON, JE NE REGRETTE RIEN (French)
(Charles Dumont/Michel Vaucaire) popularized by singing of Edith Piaf

Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait ni le mal -
Ça m'est bien égal.
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien.
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé !

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu,
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs,
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux,
Balayés mes amours
Avec leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours.
Je repars à zéro.

Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal,
Tout ça m'est bien égal !
Non, rien de rien,
Non, je ne regrette rien,
Car ma vie
Car mes joies
Aujourd'hui
Ça commence avec toi.
NO, I REGRET NOTHING


No, nothing at all
No, I regret nothing,
Neither the good they've done to me nor the bad -
It's all the same to me.
No, nothing at all
No, I regret nothing,
It's paid for, swept away, forgotten
I don't give a damn about the past!

With my memories
I light the fire
My sorrows, my pleasures,
I don't need them any more
My love affairs swept away
With their quavers,
Swept away forever.
I'm starting again at zero.

No, nothing at all
No, I regret nothing,
Neither the good they've done to me nor the bad,
It's all the same to me.
No, nothing at all
No, I regret nothing,
For my life,
For my joys
Today
That begins with you.

É,dith Piaf live rendition.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 03 Apr 21 - 01:32 PM

Evening Bell (Вечерний звон) is a popular Russian song written in 1828 by Ivan Kozlov and Alexander Alyabyev. The lyrics are adapted from a Russian-themed verse by Thomas Moore. (Some more background by Wikipedia)
ВЕЧЕРНИЙ ЗВОН (Russian)

Вечерний звон, вечерний звон!
Как много дум наводит он
О юных днях в краю родном,
Где я любил, где отчий дом,
И как я, с ним навек простясь,
Там слушал звон в последний раз!

Уже не зреть мне светлых дней
Весны обманчивой моей!
И сколько нет теперь в живых
Тогда веселых, молодых!
И крепок их могильный сон;
Не слышен им вечерний звон.

Лежать и мне в земле сырой!
Напев унывный надо мной
В долине ветер разнесет;
Другой певец по ней пройдет,
И уж не я, а будет он
В раздумье петь вечерний звон!
EVENING BELLS

Evening bells, evening bells,
How many memories they bring me back
Of my youth in my native land,
Where I was in love, where there's my house.
I remember how, leaving it forever,
I was hearing evening bells for the last time.

Now I can't bring back those days
Of my illusory youth.
And how many of my friends are dead already,
They who were merry and young at that time!
They are in a deep deathly sleep,
They don't hear evening bells anymore.

One day I also shall be in the cold ground.
A sad melody above me
The wind will spread it throughout the valley,
Other singer will pass it.
And it's not me, it's him
Who will sing with evening bells.
Transliteration (not pronunciation!)

vecherniy zvon, vecherniy zvon!
kak mnogo dum navodit on
o yunykh dnyakh v krayu rodnom,
gde ya lyubil, gde otchiy dom,
i kak ya, s nim navek prostyas',
tam slushal zvon v posledniy raz!

uzhe ne zret' mne svetlykh dney
vesny obmanchivoy moyey!
i skol'ko net teper' v zhivykh
togda veselykh, molodykh!
i krepok ikh mogil'nyy son;
ne slyshen im vecherniy zvon.

lezhat' i mne v zemle syroy!
napev unyvnyy nado mnoy
v doline veter razneset;
drugoy pevets po ney proydet,
i uzh ne ya, a budet on
v razdum'ye pet' vecherniy zvon!

Translation borrowed from Natalia Chernega website where you can listen to a rendition by the Sretensky Monastery Choir

Some renditions:
1st verse only:      Ivan Rebroff ,     Red Army Choir, soloist: Борис Дьяков (Boris Dyakov),     Сергей Захаров (Sergey Zakharov)
A rendition of the full set of lyrics by Юлия Зиганшина (Yulia Ziganshina.) (totally different!).
And if you want to have a look at some paintings while you listen to the Patriarchal Choir, Moscow or at some photos while you listen to soloist Гедда Николай (Nicolai Gedda), here you are!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 05 Apr 21 - 06:57 PM

The first two lines of each verse are repeated. As often happens in French folk songs the last line(s) of a verse become(s) the first line(s) of the next one.
NOUS QUITTONS LES PÂQUES (French)

1. Nous quittons les Pâques,
Nous somm's au printemps !
Les vignes sont belles,
Les blés vont grainant.
(Refrain)
Mariez-vous, la belle,
N'attendez plus tant,
N'attendez plus tant !

2. Les vignes sont belles,
Les blés vont grainant,
Et la violette
Fleurit dans les champs.
(Refrain)

3. Et la violette
Fleurit dans les champs.
L' fils du roi qui passe
En cueillit longtemps,
(Refrain)

4. L' fils du roi qui passe
En cueillit longtemps,
En donne à sa mie,
Tout en l'accolant.
(Refrain)

5. En donne à sa mie,
Tout en l'accolant :
"Je les ai cueillies
Dans le bois charmant,
(Refrain)

6. Je les ai cueillies
Dans le bois charmant,
Quand ell's s'ront fanées,
C'est qu'i' n' s'ra plus temps.
(Refrain)

7. Quand ell's s'ront fanées,
C'est qu'i' n' s'ra plus temps !
Aimez-moi bien vite
Si l' cœur y consent.
(Refrain)

8.
Aimez-moi bien vite
Si l' cœur y consent !
Le jour de nos noces
S'ra l' plus beau de l'an !"
(Refrain)
WE'RE LEAVING EASTER

1. We're leaving Easter
We're in Spring
The vineyards are beautiful,
The wheat is growing grain.
(Chorus)
Get married, pretty,
Don't wait any longer
Don't wait any longer!

2. The vineyards are beautiful,
The wheat is growing grain.
And violets
Are blossoming in the fields
(Chorus)

3. And violets
Are blossoming in the fields
The king's son who passes by
Picked some during a long while,
(Chorus)

4. The king's son who passes by
Picked some during a long while,
Gives some to his sweetheart
As he hugs her.
(Chorus)

5. Gives some to his sweetheart
As he hugs her.
"I picked them
In the charming wood,"
(Chorus)

6. "I picked them
In the charming wood,"
When they're withered,
It'll mean it'll be too late."
(Chorus)

7. When they're withered,
It'll mean it'll be too late,
Love me very quickly
If your heart agrees.
(Chorus)

8. Love me very quickly
If your heart agrees.
Our wedding day
Will be the finest of the year!"
(Chorus)
This song can be found in Anthologie des Chants Populaires Français, t. 4 by Joseph Canteloube, in Mélodies populaires des provinces de France, 9e série by Julien Tiersot, and as " Mariez-vous, la Belle" in Chansons populaires du Val-de-Loire by Maurice Chevais.
You'll find the lyrics and the references above in Les chants populaires français.
You'll also find a shorter version on Mama Lisa's World with two slightly different tunes and scores.

Recording by Nana Mouskouri (same tune and lyrics as what I learned as a child)
Recording
Les 4 Barbus & la Chorale Fédérale du Scoutisme Français
Recording by Jacques Douai.

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From: Mrrzy
Date: 12 Apr 21 - 03:24 PM

LE SOLDAT MÉCONTENT (French)
(Anonymous)
Sung by Yves Montand

Dès le matin au point du jour
On entend ces maudits tambours
Dès le matin au point du jour
On entend ces maudits tambours
Ils nous appellent à ce noble exercice
Et toi, pauvre soldat, c'est ton plus grand supplice

Les caporaux et les sergents
Vous font aligner sur deux rangs
Les caporaux et les sergents
Vous font aligner sur deux rangs
L'un dit "recule" et l'autre dit "avance"
Et toi, pauvre soldat, faut prendre patience...

Si l'argent du prêt est mangé
Il ne faut pas s'en étonner
Si l'argent du prêt est mangé
Il ne faut pas s'en étonner
Les caporaux s'en vont boire de la bière
Et toi, pauvre soldat, va boire à la rivière

La patience que nous perdrons
Si jamais en guerre nous allons
La patience que nous perdrons
Si jamais en guerre nous allons
Ah si jamais nous allions en campagne
Les grands coups de fusils paieront les coups de canne

Qui a composé la chanson
C'est un tambour du bataillon
Qui a composé la chanson
C'est un tambour du bataillon
C'était un soir, en battant la retraite
En pensant à sa mie que toujours il regrette...
THE DISCONTENTED SOLDIER



As soon as dawn breaks
Those bloody drums are heard
As soon as dawn breaks
Those bloody drums are heard
Calling you to this noble exercise
And for you, poor soldier, your greatest torture

Corporals and sergeants
Line you up in two rows
Corporals and sergeants
Line you up in two rows
One says Back! and the other Forward!
And you, poor soldier, must be patient

If the petty cash is eater
Don't be surprised
If the petty cash is eater
Don't be surprised
Corporals go drink beer
And you, poor soldier, go drink from the river

The tempers we'll lose
If we ever go to war
The tempers we'll lose
If we ever go to war
Ah, if we ever go off campaigning
The rifle blasts will repay all the canings

Who wrote this song
One of the battalion drummers
Who wrote this song
One of the battalion drummers
One night while beating Retreat
And thinking of his darling whom he misses forever
Recording by Yves Montand.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 12 Apr 21 - 03:30 PM

ΜΕ ΤΟ ΛΥΧΝΟ ΤΟΥ ΑΣΤΡΟΥ (Greek)
Lyrics: Odysséas Elýtis (1911-1996)
Music: Mikis Theodorakis (1925- )

Με το λύχνο του άστρου στους ουρανούς εβγήκα
Στο αγιάζι των λειμώνων στη μόνη ακτή του κόσμου
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ

Τα κορίτσια μου πένθος για τους αιώνες έχουν
Τ’αγόρια μου τουφέκια κρατούν και δεν κατέχουν
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!
WITH THE LAMP OF THE STAR
(Literal translation)


With the lamp of the star, in the heavens I came out
In the frost of the meadows on the only coast of the world
Where can I find my soul, the four-leafed tear?

My girls have been mourning for centuries
My boys hold rifles and do not own them
Where can I find my soul, the four-leafed tear!
Transliteration

me to lýchno tou ástrou stous ouranoús evgíka
sto agiázi ton leimónon sti móni aktí tou kósmou
pou na vro ti psychí mou to tetráfyllo dákry

ta korítsia mou pénthos gia tous aiónes échoun
t’agória mou toufékia kratoún kai den katéchoun
pou na vro ti psychí mou to tetráfyllo dákry!
Notes to pronunciation: The accent indicates the stressed vowel.
"e", "ai" = Eng "e" as in "bet"
"i", "y", "ei" "oi" =~Eng. "ee"
"ch" before "i" or "e" sound: like in "ich" in German
"ou" =~Eng. "oo"
"g" before "ee" or "e" sound: = "y" as in "you"
"g" before any other sound = voiced "ch"
"d" = "th" as in "the, this, that"
"ch" before any other sound: like in "Bach" in German
"ti psychi" is pronounced "ti bzichi" (tη= την => ψ =bz)
2001 Live rendition conducted by Mikis Theodorakis himself, soloist Yannis Kotsiras

Here is Odysséas Elýtis's full poem. Only the 1st, 4th and last verses can be sung to the tune.
I don't have a reliable translation so far.

Με το λύχνο του άστρου στους ουρανούς εβγήκα
Στο αγιάζι των λειμώνων στη μόνη ακτή του κόσμου
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ

Λυπημένες μυρσίνες ασημωμένες ύπνο
Μου ράντισαν την όψη φυσώ και μόνος πάω
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!

Οδηγέ των ακτίνων και των κοιτώνων Μάγε
Αγύρτη που γνωρίζεις το μέλλον μίλησέ μου
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!

Τα κορίτσια μου πένθος για τους αιώνες έχουν
Τ’αγόρια μου τουφέκια κρατούν και δεν κατέχουν
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!

Εκατόγχειρες νύχτες μες στο στερέωμα όλο
Τα σπλάχνα μου αναδεύουν αυτός ο πόνος καίει
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!

Με το λύχνο του άστρου στους ουρανούς γυρίζω
Στο αγιάζι των λειμώνων στη μόνη ακτή του κόσμου
Που να βρω τη ψυχή μου το τετράφυλλο δάκρυ!

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: rosma
Date: 12 Apr 21 - 08:04 PM

I sang Chevalier de la Table Ronde which already has a link here. I also sang Mon Beau Sapin before Christmas.


MON BEAU SAPIN (French)
(Tannenbaum)

Mon beau sapin, roi des forêts
Que j'aime ta verdure!
Quand, par l'hiver, bois et guérets
Sont dépouillés de leurs attraits
Mon beau sapin, roi des forêts
Tu gardes ta parure.

Toi que Noël planta chez nous
Au saint anniversaire!
Comme ils sont beaux, comme ils sont doux
Et tes bonbons et tes joujoux!
Toi que Noël planta chez nous
Tout brillant de lumière.

Mon beau sapin tes verts sommets
Et leur fidèle ombrage
De la foi qui ne ment jamais
De la constance et de la paix,
Mon beau sapin, tes verts sommets
M'offrent la douce image.
Fairly literal translation

MY BEAUTIFUL CHRISTMAS TREE


My beautiful Christmas Tree, King of the forests
How I love your greenery!
When, through winter, woods and fields
Are stripped of their attractions
My beautiful Christmas tree, King of the forests
You keep your finery.

You that Christmas planted at home
On the holy birthday!
How they're beautiful, how they're sweet
And your candies and your toys!
You that Christmas planted at home
All shining with light.

My beautiful Christmas tree, your green summits
And their faithful shade
Of the faith that never lies
Of constancy and peace,
My beautiful Christmas tree, your green summits
Offer me the sweet image.
Although it is commonly titled after its incipit "Mon beau sapin", the French version initially bore the title "Le sapin". It was published in 1856 in Strasbourg in a collection of popular German songs freely translated for French school audiences. The lyrics are from Laurent Delcasso (1797-1887), rector of the Academy of Strasbourg. They are accompanied by a score of the melody arranged for two voices by Pierre Gross (1823-1867), assistant teacher at the Teaching Training Institute of Strasbourg. (Translated from French Wikipedia)

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GerryM
Date: 12 Apr 21 - 11:30 PM

Teresa and I sang "Eli, Eli" at the singaround today, also known as "Halicha L'Kesariya", which is Hebrew for "A Walk to Caesarea". A poem by Hannah Senesh (1921-1944), set to music by David Zehavi (1910- 1977).
Borrowed from this blog: The poem of 14 words and six lines was written in Hebrew by Hannah Senesh, at Sdot Yam, Caesarea, on November 24, 1942, as a prayer to God—a prayer with overtones of Psalm 22. The poem was set to music by David Zehavi in 1945, after Hannah Senesh’s death by a German firing squad on November 7, 1944. She was 23.
ELI, ELI (HALICHA L’KESARIYA) (Hebrew)

Eli, Eli,
Shelo yigamer l'olam
Hachol v'hayam
Rishrush shel hamayim
B'rak hashamayim
T'filat ha-adam
(Repeat last four lines)
MY GOD, MY GOD (WALK TO CAESAREA)

My God, my God
I pray that these things never end
The sand, and the sea
The rush of the waters
The crash of the heavens
The prayer of the heart
(Repeat last four lines)

(הליכה לקיסריה) אלי, אלי

,אלי, אלי
,שלא יגמר לעולם
החול והים
,רשרוש של המים
,ברק השמיים
.תפילת האדם


Live rendition by Kol Rina Ensemble ; by Sophie Milman ; by the Maayan Band

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 19 Apr 21 - 02:22 PM

This song is the 7th piece of the "Cantata de Santa María de Iquique" that Luis Advis (1935-2004) composed for the group Quilapayún. The theme of the cantata is a historical industrial dispute that ended with the massacre of miners in the northern Chilean city of Iquique in 1907. The work was premiered in July 1970 and recorded about 2 months later. The master tapes were destroyed during the coup and the work was recorded again in 1978.
The Cantata is structured in eighteen parts, which include five stories without music, a prelude and three interludes with music only, two announcements and seven songs, whose rhythms and instrumentalization vary notably to emphasize the theme treated in each song.
VAMOS MUJER (Spanish)

Vamos mujer, partamos a la ciudad,
todo será distinto, no hay que dudar,
no hay que dudar, confía ya vas a ver
porque en Iquique todos van a entender.

Toma mujer, mi manta te abrigará,
ponte al niñito en brazos, no llorará,
no llorará, confía va a sonreír,
le cantarás un canto, se va a dormir.

¿Qué es lo que pasa? dime, no calles más.

Largo camino tienes que recorrer
atravesando cerros, vamos mujer,
vamos mujer, confía que hay que llegar
en la ciudad podremos ver todo el mar.

Dicen que Iquique es grande como un salar
que hay muchas casas lindas, te gustarán,
te gustarán, confía como que hay Dios
allá en el puerto todo va a ser mejor.

¿Qué es lo que pasa? dime, no calles más.

Vamos mujer, partamos a la ciudad,
todo será distinto, no hay que dudar,
no hay que dudar, confía ya vas a ver,
porque en Iquique todos van a entender.
LET'S GO WOMAN

Let's go woman, let's leave for the city
Everything will be different, no need to doubt,
No need to doubt, have faith, you'll soon see
Because in Iquique everyone will understand

Take my blanket woman, it'll keep you warm,
Take the baby in your arms, he won't cry,
He won't cry, have faith, he will smile,
You'll sing him a song he'll go to sleep.

What is wrong? Tell me. Don't stay silent any longer.

You have a long way to go,
Crossing hills, let's go, woman
Let's go, woman, have faith for we must arrive,
In the city, we'll be able to see the whole sea.

They say that Iquique is as big as a salt flat,
That there are many lovely houses, you'll like them,
You will like them, have faith as you do God exists,
There, in the port, everything will be better

What is wrong? Tell me. Don't stay silent any longer.

Let's go woman, let's leave for the city
Everything will be different, no need to doubt
No need to doubt, have faith, you'll soon see
Because in Iquique everyone will understand.
Live rendition 1973, soloist Rodolfo Parada
Live rendition 1981, soloist Guillermo García
Live rendition 1997, soloist Guillermo García
Live rendition 2003, soloist Guillermo García
Live rendition Dos Cantatas - Teatro Caupolicán - 25.05.2017 Soloist: Rubén Escudero (the song starts at 1:25)

The background and the lyrics of the whole work can be found in this PDF (all in Spanish).
You can listen to the whole cantata in this 2003 live rendition (40 min). There are many videos with the recorded version of it.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 26 Apr 21 - 02:24 PM

FILHAS QUE SÈTZ A MARIDAR (Occitan -Languedoc dialect)
(Traditional)

1. Filhas que sètz a maridar
S'avètz d'argent, gardatz-lo plan!
Siatz pas tant cap-levadas
Que lo vos faràn acatar
Quand seretz maridadas!

2. Quand seretz per vos maridar
Que lo pressar vos tengue pas
Siaguètz plan malfisentas,
E digatz pas totjorn "òc ben"
Coma un tròç d'innocentas!

3. Quand maridadas ne seretz.
Un pauc de melhor temps auretz
Un pauc, mas non pas gaire!
Vòstre marit serà gelós,
Emai un pauc renaire

4. Se volètz anar permenar,
Enluòc vos daissarà anar
Qu'en çò de vòstra maire,
Emai encara vos dirà:
Li demòres pas gaire!

5. Al cap de nòu meses, un an,
Auretz una filha o un enfant
L'enfant serà ploraire
Tota la nèit caldrà breçar
Non dormiretz pas gaire!

6. Auretz los cotilhons pissós*
Auretz lo devantal crassós
Seretz las mal-cofadas
Maudiretz l'ora emai lo jorn
Que vos sètz maridadas !
GIRLS WHO ARE TO BE MARRIED


1. Girls who are to be married,
If you have any money, keep it well!
Don't be so "head-raised" (= prideful)
For they'll have you hang it down
When you're married!

2. When you're about to marry,
Don't let hurry take hold of you,
Be very wary
And don't always say "yes indeed"
Like utter simpletons!

3. When you're married,
You'll have some better time,
Some, but not much!
Your husband will be jealous
And even a little grumpy.

4. If you want to go walk about
He won't let you go anywhere
But to your mother's house
And even then, he'll tell you,
Don't stay there long!

5. After nine months, a year,
You'll have a daughter or a son,
The child will be weepy
You'll have to rock all night
You won't sleep much.

6. You'll have pee-soaked petticoats,
You'll have a filthy apron,
You'll neglect yourselves, (lit. you'll be the "ill-combed")
You'll curse the time and the day
When you got married.
*I translated "pissós" as pee-soaked because of the baby but "pissós" might mean that the petticoats were "only" smelling of pee or had a yellowish color because she hadn't time to wash them often enough for them to be very white.

As sung by La Meute Rieuse , as sung by La Mal Coiffée , as sung by Dubartàs , as sung by Chœur occitan Rosamonda, Gérard Zuchetto

Here is a version of the song in the Gascon dialect of Occitan:
HILHETAS QU'ÈTZ A MARIDAR

1. Hilhetas qu'ètz a maridar,
S'avètz un sòu, guardatz-lo plan
Siatz pas tant nas levadas!
Que ja vos lo haràn baissar,
Quand seratz maridadas !

2. Maridadetas ja seratz
E de bon temps, ja vos'n veiratz
Un pauc mas non pas guaire,
E de bon temps ja vos'n veiratz
Un pauc mes non pas guaire

3. Vòstre marit gelós serà,
Enluòc vos' n deisharà anar
Qu'en çò de vòstre paire
'lavètz enquera vos dirà
"No i demorètz pas gaire!"

4. E quand ne ven lo cap de l'an,
I aurà un dròlle, un enfant,
L'enfant serà ploraire,
Tota la nèit caldrà breçar,
Non dormiretz pas guaire

5. N'auretz lo devantau hangós,
Lo hons del cotilhon ronhós,
Ne seretz "mal-cofadas",
E aniretz mai soven au riu
Quand seretz maridadas.
YOUNG GIRLS WHO ARE TO MARRY

1. Young girls who are to marry
If you have a penny, keep it well
Don't be so "nose-raised" (= foolish or prideful)
For they'll have you bring it down
When you are married.

2. You'll be married
And you'll have (lit. "see") some good time,
Some but not much;
And you'll have some good time,
Some but not much;

3. Your husband will be jealous
He won't let you go anywhere
But to your father's house,
Even then he'll tell you
"Don't stay there long!"

4. And when New Year comes
There'll be a baby, a child,
The child will be weepy,
You'll have to rock all night
You won't sleep much.

5. You'll have your apron muddy,
The bottom of your petticoat dirty,
You'll neglect yourself*,
And you'll go to the river more often
When you're married.
As sung by Rosina de Pèira e Martina -Rosina Saurine "de Pèira"(1933-2019) and her daughter Martina recorded it in 1981.
*In this version as in the one above, it's hard to tell if "mal cofada" means that she/they won't keep her/their hair well combed/tidy or if her/their coif won't be put properly. In Òc as in French "cofada/coiffée" can be about hair or about a coif.

Here is a slightly different version:
FILHAS QUE SÈTZ A MARIDAR

Filhas que sètz a maridar,
S’avètz de bon temps, gardatz-lo plan.
Ne faguètz pas las cap-levadas,
Aquò vos poiriá ben passar,
Quand seretz maridadas.

Quand seretz per vos maridar
Que lo pressar vos tengue pas
Siaguètz plan malfisentas,
E digatz pas totjorn "òc ben"
Coma un tròç d'innocentas!

Quand maridadas vos seretz,
Pas gaire de bon temps n’auretz.
N’auretz un pauc mès non pas gaire,
Ne prendretz un òme jalós,
Benlèu un pauc conflaire.

Se volètz anar passejar
Enluòc vos daissarà anar
Son qu'a l'ostal de vòstra maire
En mai encara vos dirà
"I demòres pas gaire"

Al cap de nòu meses o un an,
Auretz una filha o un enfant.
Aquel enfant serà ploraire,
Tota la nuèch caldrà breçar,
Ne dormiretz gaire.

Brèça amb la man, brèça amb lo pè,
Jale lo davant, jale lo darrès,
“Ai… cossí volètz que ieu visca?
Tota la nuèch me cal breçar,
Aquela traça de monisca.”

Auretz los cotilhons pissós
Auretz lo devantal merdós
Seretz totjorn la mal-cofada
Maudiretz l'ora emai lo jorn
Que vos sètz maridadas !

Al cap de quatre o cinc ans,
Vòstres enfants se faràn grands,
Vos apelaràn “maire”,
E vos demandaràn de pan,
De pan non n’i aurà gaire.
GIRLS WHO ARE TO BE MARRIED

Girls who are to be married,
If you have some good time, keep it well!
Don't be so "head-raised" (= prideful)
This might come to pass
When you're married!

When you're about to marry,
Don't let hurry take hold of you,
Be very wary
And don't always say "yes indeed"
Like utter simpletons!

When you're married,
You won't have much good time,
You'll have some but not much!
Your husband will be jealous
Maybe a little irritating.

If you want to go walk about
He won't let you go anywhere
But to your mother's house
And even then, he'll tell you,
Don't stay there long!

After nine months, a year,
You'll have a daughter or a son,
This child will be weepy
You'll have to rock all night
You won't sleep much.

Rock with your hand, rock with your foot,
Be your front friezing, be your back friezing,
"Oh… how do you want me to live?
All night long I must rock
This puny monkey."

You'll have pee-smelling* petticoats,
You'll have a shitty apron,
You'll always neglect yourselves, (lit. you'll always be the "ill-combed" one)
You'll curse the time and the day
When you got married.

After four or five years,
Your children will grow,
They'll call you "mother"
And will ask you for bread,
Bread… there won't be much!
*Cf. note above.
Recorded by La Talvera.     Version collected in 1993

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 27 Apr 21 - 12:30 PM

Here is the song Lois sang
J’AI PASSÉ DEVANT TA PORTE (Cajun French)
(aka MON CŒUR T'APPELLE)

J’ai passé devant ta porte,
J’ai crié, "By-bye la belle."
Y a personne qu’a répondu,
O ye-yaie, mon cœur me fait mal.

Je m’ai donc mis, oui, à observer,
Moi, j’ai vu une petite lumière allumée,
Y a quelque chose qui me disait
J’aurais pleuré,
O y’yaie, mon cœur me fait mal.

Quand j’ai été cogner à la porte,
Oui, ils ont (r)ouvert la porte,
Moi, j’ai vu des chandelles allumées
Tout autour de ton cercueil.
I WALKED PAST YOUR DOOR
(aka MY HEART ACHES FOR YOU)

I walked past your door,
I called out "By-bye, beautiful girl."
Nobody answered,
O ye-yaie, my heart aches.

I started, yes, to observe/have a closer look,
I, I saw a little light on,
Something was talking to me,
I would have cried,
O ye-yaie, my heart aches.

When I went to knock on the door,
Yes, they opened the door,
I, I saw candles lit
All around your coffin.
Very interesting article on Early Cajun Music.

As sung by Dewey Balfa, Mark Savoy, D.L. Menard , as sung by D.L. Menard , as sung by Charlie 'Wine' Thibodeaux, Popa Robin (Robin Bruck) and Beth Fontenot (Fogleman) , as sung by Lee Benoit- accordion/vocals, John Pronk – guitar.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: SPB-Cooperator
Date: 03 May 21 - 09:37 AM

STARÝ McDONALD MĚL FARMU

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl psa - E-I-E-I-O
Co delal haf haf sem
A haf haf tam
Tady haf a tamhle haf
Vsude bzlo haf haf
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kravu - E-I-E-I-O
Co delala bu bu sem
A bu bu tam
Tady bu a tamhle bu
Vsude bylo bu bu
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl ovce - E-I-E-I-O
Co delaly bé bé sem
A bé bé tam
Tady bé a tamhle bé
Vsude bylo bé bé
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kure - E-I-E-I-O
Co delalo pi pi sem
A pi pi tam
Tady pi a tamhle pi
Vsude bylo pi pi
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kachnu - E-I-E-I-O
Co delala ká ká sem
A ká ká tam
Tady ká a tamhle ká
Vsude bylo ká ká
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kocku - E-I-E-I-O
Co delala mn’au m’nau sem
A mn’au m’nau tam
Tady mn’au a tamhle mn’au
Vsude bylo mn’au mn’au
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl prase - E-I-E-I-O
Co delalo chrocht chrocht sem
A chrocht chrocht tam
Tady chrocht a tamhle chrocht
Vsude bylo chrocht chrocht
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kozu -E-I-E-I-O
Co delalo méééé méééé sem
A méééé méééé tam
Tady méééé a tamhle méééé
Vsude bylo méééé méééé
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl kohouta - E-I-E-I-O
Co delal kykyryký sem
A kykyryký tam
Tady kykyryký a tamhle kykyryký
Vsude bylo kykyryký
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl osla - E-I-E-I-O
Co delal iá iá sem
A iá iá tam
Tady iá a tamhle iá
Vsude bylo iá iá
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl vcely - E-I-E-I-O
Co delaly bzz bzz sem
A bzz bzz tam
Tady bzz a tamhle bzz
Vsude bylo bzz bzz
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.

Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O
A na té farme měl ucitelku - E-I-E-I-O
Co delala mluvi Cesky sem
A mluvi Cesky tam
Tady mluvi Cesky a tamhle mluvi Cesky
Vsude bylo mluvi Cesky
Starý McDonald měl farmu - E-I-E-I-O.
OLD McDONALD HAD A FARM

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a dog - E-I-E-I-O
That did woof woof here
And woof woof there
Here woof and there woof
Everywhere woof woof
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a cow, - E-I-E-I-O
That did mu mu here
And mu mu there
Here mu and there mu
Everywhere mu mu
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a sheep - E-I-E-I-O
That did baa baa here
And baa baa there
Here baa and there baa
Everywhere baa baa
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had chicken - E-I-E-I-O
That did cheep cheep here
And cheep cheep there
Here cheep and there cheep
Everywhere cheep cheep
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a duck - E-I-E-I-O
That did quack quack here
And quack quack there
Here quack and there quack
Everywhere quack quack
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a cat - E-I-E-I-O
That did meow meow here
And meow meow there,
Here meow and there meow
Everywhere meow meow
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a pig - E-I-E-I-O
That did oink oink here
And oink oink there
Here oink and there oink
Everywhere oink oink
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a goat -E-I-E-I-O
That did baa baa here
And baa baa there
Here baa and there baa
Everywhere baa baa
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a rooster - E-I-E-I-O
That did cock-a-doodle-doo here
And cock-a-doodle-doo there
Here cock-a-doodle-doo and there cock-a-doodle-doo
Everywhere cock-a-doodle-doo
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had donkeys - E-I-E-I-O
That did hee haw here
And hee haw there
Here hee haw and there hee haw
Everywhere hee haw
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had bees - E-I-E-I-O
What did bzz bzz here
And bzz bzz there
Here's bzz and over there bzz
There was bzz bzz everywhere
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O
And on that farm, he had a teacher - E-I-E-I-O
That he speaks Czech here
And he speaks Czech there
He speaks Czech here and there
He speaks Czech everywhere
Old McDonald had a farm - E-I-E-I-O.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Mrrzy
Date: 03 May 21 - 01:16 PM

I am so sorry I missed Chevaliers de la table ronde!


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Monique
Date: 10 May 21 - 01:47 PM

LA FINFORLETA (Occitan)

La petosa ame lo rigaud
Parlavan de se maridar,
La finforleta*,
La petosa ame lo rigaud
Parlavan de se maridar,
La finforlà.

Ara maridats que ne siam
Coma farem per manjar
La finforleta,
Ara maridats que ne siam
Coma farem per manjar
La finforlà.

Se ne van trobar la Guirlan**
Sus son còu i a un sac de blat,
La finforleta
Se ne van trobar la Guirlan
Sus son còu i a un sac de blat,
La finforlà.

Ara de manjar que n'avèm
Coma farem per dançar
La finforleta,
Ara de manjar que n'avèm
Coma farem per dançar
La finforlà.

Se ne van trobar lo rat
Que lei venga violonar
La finforleta,
Se ne van trobar lo rat
Que lei venga violonar
La finforlà.

Ara de dançar que n'avèm
Coma farem per cochar,
La finforleta,
Ara de dançar que n'avèm
Coma farem per cochar,
La finforlà.

Se ne van trobar lo palhièr
Que lei forniga un bon lièch,
La finforleta,
Se ne van trobar lo palhièr
Que lei forniga un bon lièch,
La finforlà.
LA FINFORLETA

The wren and the robin
Were talking of getting married,
La finforleta,
The wren and the robin
Were talking of getting married,
La finforla.

Now that we're married,
How will we manage to eat?
La finforleta,
Now that we're married,
How will we manage to eat?
La finforla.

They go to meet "Guirlan"
On her neck there's a bag of wheat,
La finforleta
They go to meet "Guirlan"
On her neck there's a bag of wheat,
La finforla.

Now that we have food to eat,
How will we manage to dance?
La finforleta,
Now that we have food to eat,
How will we manage to dance?
La finforla.

They go to meet the rat
For it to come and play the violin,
La finforleta,
They go to meet the rat
For it to come and play the violin,
La finforla.

Now that we have dancing
How will we manage to sleep?
La finforleta,
Now that we have dancing
How will we manage to sleep?
La finforla.

They go to meet the hayloft
For it to provide them a good bed,
La finforleta,
They go to meet the hayloft
For it to provide them a good bed,
La finforla

*La finforleta and la finforla have no meaning.
**Nobody knows what/who "Guirlan" is/was

Recording by Mont-Jòia
Recording by Forró e Raffut
Recording by Savina Yannatou

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: leeneia
Date: 11 May 21 - 11:48 AM

Here are the lyrics to 'Wie Lieblich ist der Maien', which I sang May 3rd. The melody is from 1575, and the words 1604. There are some lines I didn't understand, so I didn't even try to translate them.

WIE LIEBLICH IST DER MAIEN

1.        Wie lieblich ist der Maien aus lauter Gottesgüt,
des sich die Menschen freuen, weil alles grünt und blüht!
Die Tier sieht man jetzt springen mit Lust auf grüner Weid,
die Vöglein hört man singen, die loben Gott mit Freud.
======================
How lovely is May by God's goodness.
People rejoice while everything turns green and blossoms.
We see the animals springing with joy over green meadows.
We hear the birds sing, who praise God with joy.

2.        Herr, dir sei Lob und Ehre für solche Gaben Dein.
Die Blüt zur Frucht vermehre,lass sie ersprießlich sein.
Es steht in Deinen Händen,Dein Macht und Güt ist groß,
drum wollst Du von uns wenden Mehltau, Frost, Reif und Schloss.
============================
Lord, to Thee be praise and honor for such gifts.
The blossoms proceed to fruit, ------------------
It's in your hands, your power and goodness are great.

3.        Herr, lass die Sonne blicken ins finstre Herze mein,
damit sich’s möge schicken,fröhlich im Geist zu sein,
die größte Lust zu haben allein an Deinem Wort,
das mich im Kreuz kann laben und weist des Himmels Pfort.
=============================
Lord, let the sun shine into my dark heart
that I may become happy in spirit,
that the cross might cleanse me and show me heaven.

4.        Mein Arbeit hilf vollbringen und lob dem Namen Dein,
und lass mir wohl gelingen, im Geist fruchtbar zu sein;
die Blümlein lass aufgehen von Tugend mancherlei,
damit ich mög bestehen und nicht verwerflich sei.
===================
Help my work to succeed and to honor your name
and let me be fruitful in spirit.

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: GUEST,Felipa
Date: 12 May 21 - 07:28 AM

Tha Mo Ghaol air Àird A' Chuain is now posted at https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=169819

Tráthnóna Beag Aréir https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=169820


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Mudcat singaround songs NOT in English
From: Felipa
Date: 17 May 21 - 07:34 PM

Bríd Óg Ní Mhaille (Irish Gaelic) https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=33723#3804103

Hine Ma Tov
https://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=2860


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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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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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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.


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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: 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: 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.
Dance
Live performance + dance
Live performance
Dance
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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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: 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.


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