A keresés eredménye

Seven Swords of Sorrow

For my son, slain
By cruel hands
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
 
My heart is devastated
My chest has been arrowed
Ever since they have taken
My sweet treasure
 
With great effort I try to forget
How much I am missing him
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
 
In a brief time they killed him
After having captured him
For fifteen hours he stood
Nailed to His cross, since the garden
 
And, bandaged, they slew him
With the blows they gave him
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
 
Death, don't leave me alive
Death, don't take so long
For since Jesus is dead
Mary cannot live either!
 
The only son I had,
Had his life taken
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
Seven swords of sorrow
Have pierced my heart
 

Why don’t you return

Why did they hide the sea
In this land of so little sun?
The wave is a pinch of salt
Close to this sand of mine.
 
Voices and sounds of the street
Jump together to my window
To make a dance with the hope,
With what’s left of the wish
That moves this boat of mine.
 
Why don’t you return, past time?
Why don’t you return, childhood?
How much I’d love to pass
Over my lost heart.
 
Why don’t you return, dark-haired boy?
Why does the day get dark
And now no sound can be heard?
There is no moon above the sheepfolds.
 
If you give peace, I give peace to you,
Plant a tree for me on Mount Limbara,
A shining tree, it gives peace to me,
May it be for me like a look and a shadow of home.
 
And I’ve gambled the moon
On one night made black by the wine,
The luck was running after me
But it left me only bitter honey.
 
And why don’t you throw more cards,
If now I can no longer play?
Gentlemen, a witch comes:
Why do you want to cheat me?
If I lose, you don’t win.
 
Why don’t you return, past time?
Why don’t you return, childhood?
How much I’d love to pass
Over mi lost river.
 
If you give peace, I give peace to you,
Plant a tree for me on Mount Limbara,
A shining tree, it gives peace to me,
May it be for me like a look and a shadow of home.
 
If you give peace, I give peace to you,
Plant a tree for me in the middle of the sea,
A shining tree, it gives voice to me,
may it be for me like a look and a shadow of home.
 
If you give peace, I give peace to you,
Plant a tree for me in the middle of the sea,
A shining tree, it gives voice to me,
May it be for me like a look and a shadow of sounds.
 

Bitterness

Who has painted, and where, my destiny?
Now that I no longer live, far from distress,
 
Now they cradle me with prayers,
They lull my dreams, which are yours from now on.
Dream of me to never leave me alone,
One teardrop for me can fill a sea.
 
On the paths of bitterness
They bud the flowers that give hope
But in summer it’s out of our hands,
Now that the smell takes hold of us…
 
Because a creature never dies alone,
A thousand hearts gather around him
And one life is never gone
If it leaves a song for you.
 
Now they change me into new clothes,
On my time the day stops its course.
Dream of me to never leave me alone,
One teardrop is a sea that you will never fill.
 
On the paths of bitterness,
When the skies fall on the ground
And the promised heaven is not there,
Now that the guilt takes hold of us…
 
Because a creature never dies alone,
Other thousands fall with him,
They leave and you never know,
And it isn’t a name to be remembered…
 

Start the Dance

Start the dance, let’s party, we’ll mess up all the streets
 
From the city to the forest
 
From the fold to the mine
 
Our dance, as beautiful as a flag
 
Let’s turn it quickly into a circle
 
Mark the place where you are
 
Beat the step, one, two and three
 
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
 
Raise your foot, move your body
 
‘Cause time goes to the grave, and incessantly
 
The dance spins, and there’s no way
 
To stop it if you don’t like it
 
It melt your heart, it frolics
 
Now, if you want, do what you want
 
‘Cause time goes and there’s no comfort
 
In this staying alone on my own
 

Raise

I am a dress for you,
Put your skin on mine.
 
How much crying you need!
Golden tears don’t make you a king.
Being master of every pleasure
Is the medicine that heals you.
 
Come into this love just for one night.
Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.
 
We are those who walk
And never rest,
Nails of a wind nailed
On your step.
 
Come into this love just for one night.
Look at your destiny into these eyes of mine.
 
Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.
Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.
 
Raise a song for me,
Move your step on mine.
 
Sing, your hips are painting
Sounds and colours
With your hands and feet.
Thrills that don’t miss anything,
My senses are running unbridled.
 
Raise, my heart, and don’t stop, hey!
Play music, because this time never passes.
 
Because the desire is son,
It arises from your lips
And we are the gorgeous sound,
Masters of music.
 
On the wagons there are sheets,
Smells of Asturias,
Hairs dyed with henna
And African eyes.
 
Sons of Spain, entrails that suck the air of Maghreb.
Beggars, more beautiful than fairies, at your gate.
 
The night comes in the darkness
The star is shining like us
Hold me in your hand, it will soon
Morning and love will run away.
 

The Beauty

How beautiful you are, how much I like you,
how pretty you are in my eyes!
In mid-April no rose blossoms
as colored and attractive as you are…
You make a lover out of a serpent
by your smiles and glances!
 
Balambinderara...
 
How beautiful you are, how much I like you,
how pretty you are in my eyes!
In mid-April no rose blossoms
as colored and attractive as you are…
You make a lover out of a serpent
by your smiles and glances!
 
Balambinderara...
 
In mid-April no rose blossoms
as colored and attractive as you are…
You make a lover out of a serpent
by your smiles and glances!
 
Balambinderara...
 
~~~~~~
 
What a beauty in a sovereign degree!
No age can boast a beauty comparable to yours,
neither in ancient nor in modern times…
Beautiful are the flowers in spring,
the dawn and the moon are beautiful,
but you are even more beautiful!
 
Balambinderara...
 
You have already, you have already
you have already forgotten me,
you have punished me like a worm in the mud
you have been cruel – eh – you have been…
so far…
so far as to deny – to deny
so far as to deny – to deny
so far as to deny me your greeting
 
Dirindinderara barambindai
Blambinderara barambinda…
 
E duru duru ma duru du -
Ma duru duru ma duru du -
Ma duru duru - Dad said:
go and take her - take her -
take her to the feast on a horse
But in that…
Blambinderara…
 
E duru duru ma duru du -
Ma duru duru ma duru du -
Ma duru duru - Dad said:
go and take her - take her –
take her to the feast on a horse
But in that – eh
 
But in that feast of St. Bantolu
the pretty mother, the pretty mo-
the pretty mother with a shawl
 
Blambinderara barambinda…
 
You have already, you have…
Blambinde bimbambu hey…
 
Blambinderara…
 
Come dance, come dance, come dance, come dance
Come dance, my dear lambkin
Come dance, my dear lambkin
Come dan – bimbambu
Come dan – bimbambu
Come dan – bimbambu
 
Mama doesn’t want, mama doesn’t want, mama doesn’t want
Mama doesn’t want, mama doesn’t want
Mama doesn’t want, mama doesn’t want
Mama doesn’t want, bimbambu
 
Blambinderara…
 
Mt sweetheart is a flower, she’s a flower, she’s a flower..