A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Little Apples

The apple tree has seven little apples...
One out of seven

The Mule Drivers' Tune (From The Highlands)

Now, Winter is coming...
It always rains and snows here.
Poor mule drivers,
Who journey away!
 
Men who lead (the mules),
They're such great show-offs

Like Two People In Love

Looking down there,
I watch a fishing boat sail away
With its prow facing the wind
And the cries of seagulls.
 
I'm not alone as I watch the sea:
Very close by, there is a maiden
Who, with her hands as cold as air,
Bids a fisherman farewell.
 
She feels longing, she feels sadness
Or an old love's memory!
The rumour of the waves
Appears to break her heart...
 
Do not suffer, sweet girl:
Maybe tomorrow he'll return
And, if the breeze accompanies him,
Once he is back, he'll still love you.
 
But if the wind rocks him
And drives him toward the horizon,
Do not worry at all, beautiful lassie,
For my heart is full of love!
 
Looking down there,
I watch a fishing boat sail away
With its prow facing the wind
And the cries of seagulls.
 
I'm not alone as I watch the sea:
Very close by, there is a maiden
Who, with her loving eyes,
Watches the fisherman return.
 
A wish, a hope,
An ardent desire and lack of love...
The beating of the waves
Appears to mimic the beating of her heart!
 
Do not suffer, sweet girl:
Maybe tomorrow he'll return
And, if the breeze accompanies him,
He will also be in love with you.
 
But if the wind rocks him
And drives him toward another heart,
Do not worry at all, beautiful lassie,
For you already have my love!
 
For you already have my love...
 

Mommie, Mommie

Mommie, mommie
Yesterday night I dreamed
That a little doll
You had bought for me.
 
The doll had
Very pretty eyes,
A very delicate face
And very abundant hair.
 
And I held her
And I sang to her:
The doll, cried
That she was sleepy.
 
Mommie, mommie
Yesterday night I dreamed
That a little doll
You had given to me.
 
The doll wept
As I was putting her to sleep
And, if I sang to her,
Sleep would come to her.
 
As I was rocking her,
I spoke to her thus:
'Go to sleep, little doll!
Darling of my life.'
 
Mommie, mommie
Yesterday night I dreamed
That a little doll
You had given me as a present!
 
The doll had
Honey-like lips,
Snow-like skin
And eyes the colour of the sky.
 
And, while she was dreaming,
I told her in a song:
'A dearer little daughter
Has never been bore by a mother!'.
 
La rai-ra ni-nai-na la-rai-la-ra-ra...
 

We're Singers

Ah, being a singer is such a delight!
This truly doesn't have a price!
Our hearts are always flying,
Making friends everywhere.
 
Incorrigible wanderers,
Funny and also dreamers...
In the middle of the calm Summer,
We're romantic troubadours.
 
We're singers of
And we shall be so forever more!
We're singers of habaneras
And, as singers, we shall die!
 
We're not telling you any lies
And, with this, we shall understand each other.
Out life is a party
And we like how we dance!
 
From performance to performance,
We follow the road with a song.
From country to country,
Living is our destiny!
 
We're singers of habaneras
And we shall be so forever more!
We're singers of habaneras
And, as singers, we shall die!
 
[Instrumental]
 
We're singers of habaneras
And, as singers, we shall die!
 

The Tenant Farmer Lady

The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Monday:
On Monday, she buys lights...
Lights!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Tuesday:
On Tuesday, she buys turnips...
Lights!
Turnips!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Wednesday:
On Wednesday, she buys loquats...
Lights!
Turnips!
Loquats!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Thursday:
On Thursday, she buys nuts...
Lights!
Turnips!
Loquats!
Nuts!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Friday:
On Friday, she buys broad beans...
Lights!
Turnips!
Loquats!
Nuts!
Broad beans!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Saturday:
On Saturday, she spends everything...
Lights!
Turnips!
Loquats!
Nuts!
Broad beans!
She spends everything!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market...
 
The market comes on Sunday:
On Sunday, she eats everything...
Lights!
Turnips!
Loquats!
Nuts!
Broad beans!
She spends everything!
She eats everything!
 
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer! The tenant farmer!
My, oh my!
The tenant farmer lady goes to the market!
 

The Cannon of Palamós

The cannon of
If you look intently to it, is quite beautiful:
It has been silent for a very long time!
It has been looking at the sea for a long time
With its rusty chase,
Four wheels and a bore...
 
From the cannon's muzzle
Only come out the memories
Of the war from those past times
When the people of the provinces
Would kill each other over nothing!
 
[Chorus:]
Listen to its voice,
Oh cannons from all over the world
And people everywhere!
 
There shouldn't be any more wars or deaths,
Nor any more bombs or fire...
I'm the cannon of Palamós!
 
If the cannons from all the world
Were like this old cannon,
Which is sleeping very peacefully,
Both white and black people would carry
A flower in their hearts:
The !
 
[Chorus:]
Listen to its voice,
Oh cannons from all over the world
And people everywhere!
 
There shouldn't be any more wars or deaths,
Nor any more bombs or fire...
I'm the cannon of Palamós!
 
[Instrumental]
 
I'm the cannon of Palamós...
I'm the cannon of Palamós...
I'm the cannon of Palamós...
 
 

The Lord of Dreams

If the sea falls asleep in your eyes
(In the very clear depths of your eyes)
And, in silence, the water watches over you
(The silent song of love)
And the force of all the winds
(Of all the winds...)
Takes shelter in your lap...
(My love! My love...!)
 
If the sea falls asleep in your eyes
(In the very clear depths of your eyes)
I get lots in their depths
(Blue silences...)
And the path that leads me to you,
And the path that leads me to you
Is fully open, just like hope!
(Path of love...)
 
[Chorus:]
Make me the lord of dreams
(Make me their lord!)
And the bluish silences
(Blue silences...)
So I can always come back to you:
(Return to you...)
The haven of my dreams!
(Havens of love...)
Cradle me with your arms
(My love! My love!)
Just like water cradles me
(I want to live with you...)
Because, bewitched, I want to live
In the flames of your glance!
(Oh, sea of love!)
 
[Instrumental]
 
When, through secret paths,
(When, through secret ways)
All the gold of the evening runs away
(The evening returns and then, leaves...)
And the night lights up the lamps
(Lights up the lamps)
Of the highest stars
(My love! My love...!)
 
Across the immense seas of desire
(The immense seas of desire...)
I travel the distance
(The distance...)
That shall take me to your side,
That shall take me to your side,
Where there's never a lack of peacefulness!
(The peacefulness of love!)
 
[Chorus:]
Make me the lord of dreams
(Make me their lord!)
And the bluish silences
(Blue silences...)
So I can always come back to you:
(Return to you...)
The haven of my dreams!
(Havens of love...)
Cradle me with your arms
(My love! My love!)
Just like water cradles me
(I want to live with you...)
Because, bewitched, I want to live
In the flames of your glance!
(In the haven of love!)
 
Because, bewitched, I want to live
In the flames of your glance...!
(In the flames of love!)
 

The Distant City

Now, that the powerful arm of the Furies terrifies
The city filled with ideals that we wanted to build,
Among the ruins of buried dreams, closer to the ground,
Oh Motherland, keep us: the earth shall never know how to lie!
 
Among so many strange cries, may your voice so pure
Talk to us. We don't have left any other comfort, anymore,
Beyond the belief in and the wait for a brand new architecture
Thanks to which freer arms will be able to draw on your ground.
 
How I wish I could forget the devastated city!
Maybe there's another one that is more distant, much freer,
And sends us, beyond this time of imprisonment,
 
Heartbeats of fresh air and faith... She who has a bronze-like voice
And, from her mighty towers, finds its way through many roads
And elevates our hearts and gives warmth to the feet of all pilgrims.
 

Oh Love, You Who Have my Life

Oh love, you who have my life
Utterly enthralled by your eyes,
Your heart both fascinates and beckons me:
Who wouldn't know how to love you?
If you don't give me comfort,
My death is soon to come!
If you don't give me comfort,
My death is soon to come!
 
Come near, beautiful rose!
Come near, my love!
Do not be prideful at all,
For this love is already yours.
I shall never suffer again
If you agree to give me a kiss!
I shall never suffer again
If you agree to give me a kiss!
 
Charming damsel
I want to die kissing you.
Who could ever resist
The joy of your kisses?
Oh, blossom of my delights
Blooming in all my senses!
Oh, blossom of my delights
Blooming in all my senses!
 
You're more likely to see
How the waves of the sea grow weary
And how the sun, with its golden lights,
Ceases to illuminate the world
Rather than find out that my mind
Has forgotten you for even a single moment!
Rather than find out that my mind
Has forgotten you for even a single moment!
 

Little Margaret

Little Margaret, get up at last
For the dawn has already passed!
Little Margaret, get up last
For it is already late in the morning!
 
I would happily get up
If I had any stockings!
I would happily get up,
But I don't have any stockings, no!
 
Peter goes to the market,
Peter buys them for her,
Peter rushes back,
Peter is already here!
Little Margaret, get up at last!
 
Little Margaret, get up at last
For the dawn has already passed!
Little Margaret, get up last
For it is already late in the morning!
 
I would happily get up
If I had any espadrilles!
I would happily get up,
But I don't have any espadrilles, no!
 
Peter goes to the market,
Peter buys them for her,
Peter rushes back,
Peter is already here!
Little Margaret, get up at last!
 
Little Margaret, get up at last
For the dawn has already passed!
Little Margaret, get up last
For it is already late in the morning!
 
I would happily get up
If I were not so sleepy!
I would happily get up,
But I still want to sleep!