A keresés eredménye

Ingá (Lullaby)

Hey! Hey! Hey!
Lullaby! 1
 
Light up, stove!
Get fried, onion!
For, not once in my life, have I see knotted rope... 2
 
Do light up, stove!
Get fried, onion!
For, not once in my life, have I see knotted rope...
 
My mum and my daddy...
(Be careful with the little child!)
My mum and my daddy...
(Be careful with the little child!)
 
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
For the child wants to be breastfed...
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Take him to its mother...
 
Do light up, stove!
(It won't get burned!)
Get fried, onion!
(It won't get burned!)
Hot lard...
(It won't get burned!)
Hot lard...
(It won't get burned!)
Ah, it won't get burned!
 
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Lullaby!
 
Do light up, stove!
Get fried, onion!
For, not once in my life, have I see knotted rope...
 
Do light up, stove!
Get fried, onion!
For, not once in my life, have I see knotted rope...
 
My mum and my daddy...
(Be careful with the little child!)
My mum and my daddy...
(Be careful with the little child!)
 
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
For the child wants to be breastfed...
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Lullaby...
(Lullaby!)
Take him to its mother...
 
Do light up, stove!
(It won't get burned!)
Get fried, onion!
(It won't get burned!)
Hot lard...
(It won't get burned!)
Hot lard...
(It won't get burned!)
Ah, it won't get burned!
 
[Instrumental]
 
Lullaby! Lullaby!
(It won't get burned!)
Lullaby! Lullaby!
(It won't get burned!)
Lullaby! Lullaby!
(It won't get burned!)
Lullaby! Lullaby...!
 

• 1. Please, note that ingá is a word of Bantu origin, derivated from ingane (baby) - in the urban Afro-Peruvian dialect, it has evolved into 'lullaby'.
• 2. This refers to the common practice of hanging escapee slaves close to the barracks where their fellow slaves lived, as well as the common practice of black slaves committing suicide by hanging to escape their situation.

My Little Bird Flies Away

My little bird flies away,
He left us here!
He went away when he was very young,
He flew and moved away...
 
That's why I sing with emotion
My inspiration:
It's is for my little bird,
And I sing it with much love.
 
He flew away and wept,
Leaving sorrow and pain behind...
I pray to God for your return, with all my heart!
 
[Fugue:]
He left crying and flew away
As distant lands were awaiting him,
And my song faltered
As my heart broke.
 
He left us so many memories
In our minds, in our hearts...
I pray to God
That one day we'll meet again, my little bird!
 
My little bird, come back soon:
You're my life and my inspiration!
Please, I'm begging you to return....
Never forget our love!
 

The Girl from Huanchaco

Brunette girl from
You who come to the very sea side
To ask the waves
If they have any piece of news.
 
The sea, with its strange power
Cast its nets upon your darling lover
And imprisoned him in its waters
(Which are) so cold, so blue and so transparent.
 
Where is he?
Why won't he come back?
He has already been missing for a week...
His boat, filled with dreams
Gently rocks under the sun's caress.
 
I'm comforted by his perfume
Which has impregnated my handkerchief
Since that night in October
When he kissed me for the first time.
 
Where could he be?
When will be return?
She is already dying of grief over him!
Stop crying
For he shall come back
To tell you how much he loves you...