A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Song of the Walloons

Of our Wallonia we are proud.
Rever’d are Her children o’er the world.
Behold the triumph of Her industry,
The grandeur of Her arts!
Though our land be small, yet Her science
That of many a populous nation surpasseth
Our freedom is what we yearn for most
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
We, Walloons, brothers to each other
And assuage one another in disaster
Without boast we succeed
And try to keep it classified
Charity a poor cottage visiteth
By night and cautiously goeth
A bit we may give, but from the heart it cometh.
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
O humble land of Wallonia,
O land of our hearts’ desire, with prudence we hail Thee.
Saddened we are when men speak ill of Thee.
’Tis heartbreaking truly!
But fear not the foe’s attacks
Thy children shall defend Thine honour arch.
Who dareth our anger pique?
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 
As brothers in Wallonia we love each other
We’re pleased to shake hands with one another.
Yet we’re content of not often revealing so.
When it wants to do good no one appeareth.
The house that charity entereth
That to night with a thousand cares goeth.
The little that giveth no one in secret giveth:
’Tis why we’re proud to be Walloons!
 

Limburg My Fatherland

Where the little nightingale sings in the bronze green oak forest,
Where the lay of the lark sounds over the tender cornfield,
Where the shepherd's horn echoes, along the bank of the little stream:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 
Where the broad stream of the Meuse flows stately towards the sea,
Where the lush, juicy field crops, deliciously grow and flourish,
Where the flower garden and meadow and forest delightfully shine:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 
Where the fine language of the forefathers sounds with clear strength,
Where one by nature prudent and proud, despises foreign pageantry,
Where our own customs, our own beauty pleases the heart of the people:
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
There is my fatherland, Limburg's dear place!
 

The Flemish Lion

Ne'er shall they tame him, the proud Flemish Lion,
Even if they threaten with chains and roars his freedom.
Ne'er shall he be tamed, so long as one Fleming liveth,
So long as the Lion can claw, so long as he hath teeth.
 
[Chorus:]
Ne'er shall he be tamed,
so long as a Fleming liveth.
So long as the lion can claw
so long as he hath teeth.
 
Time devoureth cities, ne'er shall thrones last,
Armies may topple, but a folk dieth not.
Besieged by grievous danger, the foe cometh marching in

Wedding Invitation

We lived and grew up together in the same street
Just like the sun and moon
Sharing the same sky
I saw her bloom and be wanted
A desired jewel
The prettiest of all trophies
I was your guardian and your angel friend
But didn't realized
That I carried a passion for her
I saw her cuddle
In other arms
And I went on my own
Felling so lonely
In my body the bitterness of jealously
When we don't assume ourselves
And keep crying without care
 
The time has passed and I suffered silently
Couldn't keep her out of my thought
I was going to say I was in love
But I received her wedding invitation
With golden letters in a pretty paper
I cried with emotion when I finished reading it
In a corner scribbled in the back
She said 'my love I confess'
'I'm getting married but the greatest love of my life is you'
 
I saw her cuddle
In other arms
And I went on my own
Felling so lonely
In my body the bitterness of jealously
When we don't assume ourselves
And keep crying without care
 
The time has passed and I suffered silently
Couldn't keep her out of my thought
I was going to say I was in love
But I received her wedding invitation
With golden letters in a pretty paper
I cried with emotion when I finished reading it
In a corner scribbled in the back
She said 'my love I confess'
'I'm getting married but the greatest love of my life is you'
 

Yana, yana

They called on us, my dear sister
They called and said words like these,
'That cruel Turkey has been striking us...'
Yana, Yana, my soul
 
The ship came, docked on the island
They filled all the Armenians on board
And sent them to the front
Yana, Yana, my soul
 
The month of January, it was terrible storms
Snow had fallen, my clothes were drenched
My hands and feet were frozen as well
The one striking me was godless
 
I wrote a letter, left it incomplete
Red blood flowed from my wound
My homeland remained far from me
My mother yearned for my journey home
 
I do not have a mother to cry over me
I do not have a father to grieve
I do not have a sister to pluck hair out
I do not have a brother to bury my coffin
 

Lover, don't go to the pastures

Lover, don't go to the pastures
Darkness will descend on our town
 
A hundred horsemen went on
Lover, don't go the pastures
And they remained stranded on the mountain road
Darkness will descend on our town
 
Lover, don't go to the pastures
Darkness will descend on our town
 
The road is full of thorns and stones
Lover, don't go the pastures
A lover is missing a lover
Darkness will descend on our town
 
Lover, don't go to the pastures
Darkness will descend on our town
 
Osan, my lover, come, let me take you
Let me take you and get married
 

To My Mourad

I went to the water, the sun shining
My Mourad was returning from the fields
He said hello, I did not
Mother, on that day I was sparked with love
 
I'd die for you sweet mother
My Mourad is an only child
What can I do, he's a little short
But he's adored in our Van town
 
Let's go to our Mourad's roof
Eat apple and rhubarb
I'd give my soul to my Mourad
An only child in our town
 
Get up Mourad, let us sit in the boat
Let the winds of Van sway us
Let us reach the waters of Akhtamar
For you, I'll light a pair of candles
 

Maro

Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
 
All the village is lined up with willows, Maro
Akh they've given away my Maro as a bride, my love
 
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
 
Maro was laying down, her chest openly revealing, my love
Maro's chest was a lush garden of bliss, my love
 
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
 
I want to turn to water and fill up a jug, Maro
And have Maro place me on her shoulder, my love
And from Maro's shoulder, my love
I want to slip drop by drop into her chest, my love
 
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my beautiful love
Maro, Maro, the fire of my burden, my sweet love
 

Dark Girl

Dark girl, for you
I have become crazed
That I won't die from your love
Come, become my lover
 
Come you, come to me
My heart longs for you
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
Come on, come on, to me
My heart longs for you
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
 
With the high mountains of Sasoun
With wings of a peacock
Where are you, my precious?
Come, let's reach to our desire
 
Come you, come to me
My heart longs for you
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
Come on, come on, to me
My heart longs for you
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
 
I've gone to sacred mountain Maratuk
With sacred images on sunny wings
I've worn my red crossed-ribbon
Where are you still, you cruel one?
 
Come you, come to me
My heart longs for you)
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
Come on, come on, to me
My heart longs for you
Beautiful dark girl
You're the eloquent lineage of Sasoun
 

Come, Kiddo

Come, kiddo, come,
our age is so beautiful,
come, because our world
has only one name: happiness.
 
Come, because time flies,
with open arms I will wait for you.
The last night together
all my life I will remember.
 
Come, because tomorrow
it will be the end of the holidays.
Who knows if we will meet again,
who knows if one day you will write to me...
 

I prefer to live without you

It's your silence
That dominates me
Not knowing what you feel tires me
And it also hurts me
 
You no longer cross
In my coordinates
You unbalance my weight on your rope
And I fall into nothingness
 
I can't bear to say that I love you any more
When you are not here
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live without you
Your love no longer works with mine
You'll no longer die for me
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live
Live without you, oh oh oh oh oh oh
 
It's your messages
That shoot me
Straight to the chest, I have no defence
Your sword wins over me
 
I know you try
To stay with me
I prefer a thousand times that you run away
And that I be just your friend
 
I can't bear to say that I love you any more
When you are not here
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live without you, oh
Your love no longer works with mine
You'll no longer die for me
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live
 
I can't bear to say that I love you any more
When you are not here
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live without you
Your love no longer works with mine
You'll no longer die for me
I prefer to live without you
I prefer to live
Live without you, oh oh oh oh oh oh
I prefer to live without you
 

Éjféli arany

Mikor jöttem hozzád
Az illatod rajtam
Átnyúltam az ágyon
És kivettem egy cigarettát a táskádból
 
A légzésed hangja
A bőröd érzete
Visszahozott pár emléket
Sose gondoltam, hogy ez mind valaha megtörténhet velem
 
Tíz óra hiányzik az emlékezetből
Homályosan vissza tudom idézni
Fájdalom és öröm keverednek egy tálban
 
Az elmém forog
Ismerem a boldogságot
Tízmillió mérfölddel arrébb
A húsom és a csontjaim álmodnak egy ködben
 
Sárfoltok a bőrödön
Az éjszaka eljön, és a bűn is
Sárfoltok a bőrödön
Az éjszaka eljön, és a bűn is
 
Sárfoltok a bőrödön
Az éjszaka eljön, és a bűn is
Sárfoltok a bőrödön
Az éjszaka eljön, és a bűn is
 
Mikor jöttem hozzád
Az illatod rajtam
Átnyúltam az ágyon
És kivettem egy cigarettát a táskádból
 

Nordnorsk julesalme

Versions: #1
God bless the day over ocean
God bless the light over land
God bless the eternal words
of hope and a helping hand
 
Take care of the small things you gave us
that day when you sat us down here
so we'll never feel that you'll ever
let us die from struggle and poverty
 
We lived with the cap in our hand
But we had such a strong faith
and something we've truly learned:
we are tough guys, just like you!
 
Now is the hardest time,
we struggle to go on
to the light and the Christmas time.
It's a long way to Betlehem...
 
God bless over mountain and hill,
Let it grow where we wanna live.
God bless the creatures in the barn
and a frozen and poor soil.
 
You'll see us in land of the darkness
you'll bless with the eternal words.
The houses, the hills and the water
and the folks living up here north.
 
The houses, the hills and the water
and the folks living up here north...
 

The Indian song (One and Two and Three indians)

One and two and three indians,
four, five and six indians,
seven and eight and nine indians,
ten small indians.
Everyone had feathers on their head,
everyone had arrow and bow,
everyone was so proud and lofy,
for the bear they should take.
 
'Hush, I heard something that cracked!'
'Hush, I heard something that crashed!'
'There comes the bear great and large,
come let us hurry home!'
 
Then they became ten and nine and eight indians,
seven and six and five indians,
four, three and two indians,
one indian left.
 
He aimed and shot the great bear.
BAM, there fell the great bear.
Then he took with him the beautiful bear,
and returned home to the nine.
 
Then they became one and two and three indians,
four, five and six indians,
seven and eight and nine indians,
ten happy indians.
 

Nanav da

Nanav da, nana ia, nanav da, hey!
Choir: He-e, o!
Nanav da, nana ia, my darling!
Nanav da, you will enjoy listening to my nana, hey!
Nanav da, but you will be late1, hey!
Nanav da, nana ia, nanav da, hey!
 

• 1. Will live a long life.

Northern Norwegian Christmas Psalm

Blessed be the day over the fjords. Blessed be the light over land,
Blessed be the eternal words of hope and an outstretched hand.
Guard what little you gave us the day you carried us here.
So we know you will never let us expire in need and toil.
 
We lived hat in hand, but had such strong faith.
And one thing we've truly affirmed is: We're made of sterner stuff, just like you.
Now we face the hardest time. We struggle to make our way
Towards the light and advent days. The way south to Bethlehem is long.
 
God's peace upon mountain and hill. Let it grow where we build and reside.
God's peace upon the animals in the stall, and a frozen and meagre soil.
You see us in the land of polar night, you bless with eternal words,
The houses, the mountain, the water and the people who live here in the north.