A keresés eredménye oldal 2

When I Was A Little Girl

When I was a little girl,
Just a newborn,
I could barely open my eyes:
I was already doing to to look at you
Juster after being born!
 
I could barely open my eyes:
I was already doing to to look at you
Juster after being born!
 
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-le-la!
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-ló!
 
[Instrumental]
 
Once I become old
And I've just died,
Look well into my eyes...
Lifeless, they want to see,
Just after I've died.
 
Look well into my eyes...
Lifeless, they want to see,
Just after I've died.
 
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-le-la!
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-ló!
 
[Instrumental]
 
If I died just now
After having given you my word,
Not even the earth would want to take me!
If my love remained here
After having given you my word...
 
Not even the earth would want to take me!
If my love remained here
After having given you my word...
 
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-le-la!
Ai-ó-lo la-ri-lo-ló!
 

The Bell's Ballad

A little boat
Comes right there, comes right there...
Ding! Dong!
In the little boat of Bethlehem!
 
Mister ferryman,
Who are you carrying in there?
Dang! Ding!
In Aladdin's little boat!
 
I'm carrying the prisoner
Just for one time...
Two! Three!
In the little boat of the Marquess!
 
At the beak of dawn,
She'll be married...
Ding! Dong!
She rocks back and forth in the little boat!
 
If you're keeping her locked,
Let her escape!
Dang! Ding!
In the vizier's little boat!
 
There she goes, kidnapped,
There she goes, holding hands...
Ding! Dang!
In the thief's little boat!
 

There Goes The Sailboat, Now

There goes the sailboat, now
And only my lover isn't coming!
That ingrate doesn't remember
This rose, which awaits him here!
 
La-ri-lo-le-la...
Cast it down much further beyond!
Cast it in the sea,
For there goes the fish...
La-ri-lo-le-la...
For the fish is over there,
Cast it in the sea,
Cast it further down!
 
Only my lover isn't coming:
There goes the sailboat, now!
This rose, which awaits him here
He doesn't remember her at all!
 
La-ri-lo-le-la...
Oh la-ri-lo-lo...
Go very slowly
For dust is going to rise!
La-ri-lo-le-la...
Look at my life,
See the loneliness
In which I am trapped!
 
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
 
There comes the sailboat, now
And only my lover isn't coming!
That ingrate doesn't remember
This rose, which awaits him here!
 
La-ri-lo-le-la...
Cast it down much further beyond!
Cast it in the sea,
For there goes the fish...
La-ri-lo-le-la...
For the fish is over there,
Cast it in the sea,
Cast it further down!
 
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
 
[Instrumental]
 
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
Hey-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
La-la-ri-lai-ay, lai-ay, lai-ay...
 

Our Lady of Monte

Come with me, Mary,
To see
And the lovely dancers
Who are in the !
 
Our Lady of Monte,
Let's sing and dance.
Don't talk to me about love
Because it's too soon to get married!
 
Our Lady of Monte
Has both needle and thimble,
To make a little dress
For Our Lady of Faial! 1
 
Our Lady of Monte,
What does she offer to her pilgrims?
Fresh water from the fountain
And the shade of the chestnut trees!
 
Let's turn in a wheel! Let's turn in a wheel!
Let's turn in a wheel without stopping!
Those who want to join the wheel.
Must sing first.
 
Our Lady of Monte
Is a miraculous Saint,
That's why she is the queen
Oh! Of the island of Madeira!
 
Goodbye, !
Goodbye, !
This one is for our farewells:
For today, I'm not singing any more.
 
Our Lady of Grace 2
Sent word to Our Lady of Monte,
Asking to be sent a little water
From her sacred fountain!
 

• 1. Our Lady of Grace in in the Azores archipelago.
• 2. The main church in in the Azores archipelago, is dedicated to Our Lady of Grace.

Mary Beech

La la ra-la la la la-re-la la la...
 
I don't know what your name is,
Oh Mary Beech!
Now what name should I give you,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
Not carnation, for you're a rose
Oh Mary Beech!
Not rose, for you're a blossom,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
La la ra-la la la la-re-la la la...
 
I don't want to call you carnation,
Oh Mary Beech!
For I'd be extolling you,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
I'd rather call you a mirror,
Oh Mary Beech!
Where I expect to see myself,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
La la ra-la la la la-re-la la la...
 
I don't know what your name is,
Oh Mary Beech!
Now what name should I give you,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
Not carnation, for you're a rose
Oh Mary Beech!
Not rose, for you're a blossom,
Oh Mary Beech!
Oh, Beech Mary!
 
La la ra-la la la la-re-la la la...
 

Olive Tree from the Mountains

Little olive tree from the mountains,
The wind carries away its flower!
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
Just I am not being taken by anyone
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
There, at my lover's feet.
 
The little olive tree from the mountains
Drops little silver branches.
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
I feel so sorry for my eyes
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
His absence is killing me!
 
Little olive tree from the mountains,
Your leaves are all misshapen!
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
I hope the tongue is misshapen
Oh-la-oh-pretty!
Of those who talk about my life.
 

Mister Loneliness

Ah! The young lady, Mister Loneliness,
She walks around so merrily.
 
Put your hand on her plait, Mister Loneliness:
So her hair comb doesn't fall at all!
 
Ah! The young lady, Mister Loneliness,
She walks so gracefully.
 
Put your hand on her plait, Mister Loneliness:
So her rose doesn't fall at all!
 
Ah! The young lady, Mister Loneliness,
She looks so pretty.
 
Put your hand on her plait, Mister Loneliness:
So her ribbon doesn't fall at all!
 
Ah! The young lady, Mister Loneliness,
With her little bouquet.
 
Put your hand on her plait, Mister Loneliness:
Keep her kerchief in place!
 
Ah! The young lady, Mister Loneliness,
Looks like a rose.
 
Put your hand on her plait, Mister Loneliness:
Now she looks more beautiful!
 

While Walking by the River

Our eyes need other eyes,
And our hearts need other hearts.
Kind words also
Require kind deeds...
 
[Chorus:]
As I was walking by the river,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked!
 
I didn't get married in my own land:
I went to get married in a foreign land,
I went to get married in a foreign land,
I went to get married in a foreign land!
 
I went to get married in a foreign land
Because I didn't want to get married in my own homeland:
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked
As I was walking by the river!
 
A purple carnation left on the window
Is a sign of a marriage proposal:
Young girl, take the carnation
Because marriage requires a lot of time!
 
[Chorus:]
As I was walking by the river,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked,
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked!
 
I didn't get married in my own land:
I went to get married in a foreign land,
I went to get married in a foreign land,
I went to get married in a foreign land!
 
I went to get married in a foreign land
Because I didn't want to get married in my own homeland:
I dipped my foot and my sock got soaked
As I was walking by the river!
 

Tiro liro

Up there, there's the tiro liro-liro
Down here, we have the tiro liro-ló
They got together on the street corner
To play the and do a folk dance.
 
My lady! Oh, my good godmother!
I like your young lass!
She is pretty, presents herself well
And seems to have a bright expression in her face!
 
Up there, there's the tiro liro-liro
Down here, we have the tiro liro-ló
They got together on the street corner
To play the concertina and do a folk dance.
 
My lady! Oh, my good godmother!
I like your little girl!
She is pretty, presents herself well
And seems to have a sun kissed face!
 
Up there, there's the tiro liro-liro
Down here, we have the tiro liro-ló
They got together on the street corner
To play the concertina and do a folk dance.
 
My lady! Oh, my good godmother!
I like your goddaughter!
She is pretty, presents herself well
And seems to have a rosy face!
 
Up there, there's the tiro liro-liro
Down here, we have the tiro liro-ló
They got together on the street corner
To play the concertina and do a folk dance.
 

Oh, Winnower

Oh winnower, winnower
What kind of life are you leading?
Oh winnower, winnower
What kind of life are you leading?
Just eating and drinking, oh dring-ding-ding
Walking through the roads...
Just eating and drinking, oh dring-ding-ding
Walking through the roads...
 
Oh winnower, winnower
Who gave you those boots?
Oh winnower, winnower
Who gave you those boots?
It was the shopkeeper, oh dring-ding-ding
Who had crooked legs!
It was the shopkeeper, oh dring-ding-ding
Who had crooked legs!
 
What will you do in this life?
Who are you going to marry?
What will you do in this life?
Who are you going to marry?
A very wealthy woman, oh dring-ding-ding
So she can support me!
A very wealthy woman, oh dring-ding-ding
So she can support me!
 
Oh winnower, winnower!
Oh, little Margaret!
Oh winnower, winnower!
Oh, little Margaret!
You belonged to your father, oh dring-ding-ding
But now you're mine!
You belonged to your father, oh dring-ding-ding
But now you're mine!
 
Oh winnower, winnower
Who gave you those stockings?
Oh winnower, winnower
Who gave you those stockings?
It was the shopkeeper, oh dring-ding-ding
With the ugly legs!
It was the shopkeeper, oh dring-ding-ding
With the ugly legs!