Αητέντς' επαραπέτανεν (An Eagle is Flying)

1: Αητέντς' επαραπέτανεν / Ψηλά 'ς σα επουράνια / ούϊ αμάν, αμάν.
An eagle was flying / up high in the heavens / oui, aman, aman

2: Είσεν τσιαγκία κόκκινα / *Και το κουδούκ' νατ' μαύρον (etc.)
He had red beaks / and a black plume (etc.)

3: Εκράτ' νεν και 'ς σα κάρτσια του / Παλληκαρί' βρασιόνας
He was holding with his nails / the arm of a young man

4: Αητέ μ' για δός μ' ας σο κρατείς / Για πε με όθεν κείται
Eagle, give me what you are now holding / tell me where (the body) is

5: Ας' σο κρατώ 'κι δίγω σε / Αρ' όθεν κείται λέγω
I'm not giving you what I'm holding / but I will tell you where the body lies

6: Ακεί 'ς 'σο πέραν το ρασίν / Σο'πέραν κιαν τ' ελάτια
Over the mountain / behind the firs

7: Μαύρα πουλία τρωγν' ατον / Και άσπρα τριγυρίσκουν
Black birds are eating him / and white birds fly around

8: Φατέστεν πουλία, φατέστεν / Φατέστεν τον καρίπιν
Feast, you birds / feast on this poor lost soul

**9: 'Σ σην θάλασσαν κολυμπετής / σ' ομάλια πεχληβάνος
He was a swimmer in the sea / he was a wrestler in the plain

**10: 'Σ σον πόλεμον τραντέλλενας / Του Πόντου παλληκάρι ούϊ ναϊλιε 'μεν ντο θα 'ίνουμε.
In the war he was a great Greek / a brave man from Pontos; alas, what will happen to us now?

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*Rendered "και το τσαρκούλ’ν ατ’ μαύρον" in the Kardeş Türküler version, presumably with the same meaning.
** Omitted in the Kardeş Türküler version

Notes: My first exposure to this grim song was through the Turkish folk ensemble "Kardeş Türküler", who used an alternating pair of musical motifs to represent the eagle and the singer's persona in dialogue. I was blown away by the use of instrumentation typical of the Pontus region, which features percussion, bagpipes, and the fast-paced buzzing lines of a bowed lyre (I think); the same kind of instrumentation also shows up in the music of Fuat Saka, based in Trabzon, and in the sound track of the TV show Sen Anlat Karadeniz, also set in the area. 

Kardeş Türküler rearranged the verses to show a back-and-forth between the eagle and its interlocutor. The order is: 1-2-5-6-3-4-7-8. Unfortunately, this compromises the narrative flow (not that I know enough Pontic Greek to be disturbed by this, though).

The last two verses which were omitted by them was because of the fact that Turkish law forbids any mention of the genocides of 20th Century Turkey around or after the fall of the Ottoman Empire, including those of the Anatolian and Pontic Greeks, Assyrians, Armenians, and others (my interpretation).

The source of this translation is from LyricsTranslate, on the version by Stelios Kazantzidis. Some corrections were made on this version to better fit the actual lyrics.

The Lament of the Three Marys - Caoineadh na dTrí Mhuire

A Pheadair, a Aspail, an bhfaca tú mo ghrá geal? (Óchón, is óchón ó)
Chonaic mé ar ball é á chéasadh gan ordan (Óchón, is óchón ó)
- Oh Peter, apostle, did you see my loved one? (Alas, alas, and alas!)
- I saw him while ago, being attacked by the enemy (Alas, alas, and alas!)
 

Cé hé an fear breá sin ar Chrann na Páise?
An é nach n-aithníonn tú do mhac, a mhaithrín?
- Who is that fine man on the Tree of Passion?
- Don't you recognize your own son, Mother?

An é sin an maicín a thuileadh in ucht Mháire?
An é sin an maicín a rugadh insan stábla?
- Is that the little son I carried for three trimesters?
- Is that the little son who was born in the stable?

An é sin an maicín a d'iompair mé trí ráithe?
A mhicín mhuirneach, tá do bhéal is do shróinín gearrtha
- Or is that the little son who was reared at Mary's breast?
- O little darling son, your mouth and your nose are cut

Cuireadh tairní maola trína chosa is trína lámha
Cuireadh an tsleá trína bhrollach álainn
- And blunt nails were driven through his feet and hands
- And a spear was driven through his beautiful chest

Нандын жыты | Nandın cıtı

[Link to video]

Жаңы бышкан нандын жыты, Күндүн жайкы ысыгы. Нан көп болсо үйдүн куту, Эки беттин кызылы.	Cangı bışkan nandın cıtı Kündün caykı ısıgı Nan köp bolso üydün kutu Eki bettin kızılı
Жаңы бышкан нандын даамы, Жалпы дыйкан эмгеги. Бүткүл элдин жүрөк каны, Кен байлыгы жердеги.	Cangı bışkan nandın daamı Calpı dıykan emgegi Bütkül eldin cürök kanı Ken baylıgı cerdegi
Жаңы бышкан нандын жыты, Жазган ыры акындын. Көзгө сүйкүм тынчтык кушу, Күч-кубаты баатырдын.	Cangı bışkan nandın cıtı Cazgan ırı akındın Közgö süyküm tınçtık kuşu Küç-kubatı baatırdın
Жаңы бышкан нандын даамы, Ата-Журттун дымагы. Ошондуктан элдин нугу, Эзелтеден тынбады.	Cangı bışkan nandın daamı Ata-Curttun dımagı Oşonduktan eldin nugu Ezelteden tınbadı

Singer: Gülnur Satylganova (Kyrgyzstan)

Gönül Arsızı

Kendi ettiğine kendi ettiğine
Kendi ettiğine zaman zaman ağla

Ay güneşe küsmüş dalların çiçek açmaz mı?
Sevdiğini eller almış, eller almış acımaz mı?
Mevsim bahara dönmüş, bülbül ötüp uçmaz mı?
Arsızı gönül arsızı var içimde sızı
Arsızı gönül arsızı var içimde sızı
Geçmedi kalbimdeki sızı, gelmedi gönlümün hırsızı
Gönül arsızısın sen gönül arsızı

Kim sana bakar söyle kim sana bakar?
Bundan sonra böylece bilde, söyleme, tadın tuzun kaçar.
Hangi göz ağlar sana, hangi göz ağlar
Geri dönüşün yoktur ki aşta, zaman zaman ağla
Kendi ettiğine yanda, zaman zaman ağla
Kendi ettiğine yanda
Kendi ettiğine yanda zaman zaman ağla

Uzun İnce Bir Yoldayım

Uzun İnce Bir Yoldayım Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece Bilmiyorum Ne Haldeyim Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	I'm on a long and narrow road, I walk all day, I walk all night; I cannot tell what is my plight, I walk all day, I walk all night.
Dünyaya Geldiğim Anda Yürüdüm Aynı Zamanda İki Kapılı Bir Handa Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	Soon as I came into the World, That moment I began my fight, Through an inn with two doors, I walk all day, I walk all night.
Uykuda Dahi Yürüyom Kalmaya Sebep Arıyom Gidenleri Hep Görüyom Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	I walk in sleep - I find no cause, To linger, whether dark or light, I see the travelers on the road, I walk all day, I walk all night.
Kırk Dokuz Yıl Bu Yollarda Ovada Dağda Çöllerde Düşmüşüm Gurbet Ellerde Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	Forty-nine years upon these roads, On desert plain, on mountain height, In foreign lands I make my way, I walk all day, I walk all night.
Düşünülürse Derince Uzak Görünür Görünce Bir Yol Dakka Miktarınca Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	Sometimes it seems an endless road, The goal is very far from sight, One minute, and the journey's o'er- I walk all day, I walk all night.
Şaşar Veysel İş Bu Hale Kah Ağlaya Kahi Güle Yetişmek İçin Menzile Gidiyorum Gündüz Gece	Veysel does wonder at this state, Lament or laughter, which is right? Still to attain that distant goal, I walk all day, I walk all night.

Lyrics: Âşık Veysel Şatıroğlu
Translation: Nermin Menemencioğlu

Abun d-bašmayo

Abun d-bašmayo - The Lord's Prayer

Syriac Orthodox liturgical music

Arr. Andy Paul Chen for guitar, vocals and bowed psaltery, after Gareth Hughes [source]

ܐܒܘܢ ܕܒܫܡܝܐ	Abun d-bašmayo
ܢܬܩܕܫ ܫܡܟ	Nethqadaš šmokh
ܬܐܬܐ ܡܠܟܘܬܟ	Tithe malkuthokh
ܢܗܘܐ ܣܒܝܢܟ	Nehwe sebyonokh
ܐܝܟܢܐ ܕܒܫܡܝܐ ܐܦ ܒܪܥܐ	Aykano d-bašmayo oph bar`o
ܗܒ ܠܢ ܠܚܡܐ ܕܣܘܢܩܢܢ ܝܘܡܢܐ	Hab lan laḥmo d-sunqonan yowmono
ܘܫܒܘܩ ܠܢ ܚܘܒܝܢ ܘܚܬܗܝܢ	Wašbuq lan ḥawbayn waḥtohayn
ܐܝܟܢܐ ܕܐܦ ܚܢܢ ܫܒܩܢ ܠܚܝܒܝܢ	Aykano doph ḥnan šbaqan l-ḥayobayn
ܠܐ ܬܥܠܢ ܠܢܣܝܘܢܐ	Lo ta`lan l-nesyuno
ܐܠܐ ܦܨܐ ܠܢ ܡܢ ܒܝܫܐ	Elo paṣo lan men bišo
ܡܛܠ ܕܕܠܟ ܗܝ ܡܠܟܘܬܐ	Meṭul d-dilokh hi malkutho
ܘܚܝܠܐ ܘܬܫܒܘܚܬܐ	W-ḥaylo w-tešbuḥto
ܠܥܠܡ ܥܠܡܝܢ	L`olam `olmin
ܐܡܝܢ	Amin

 

Glanfaidh Mé

Mé ag dul in aois arís ag fás in mo shaol Léi ag sroicheadh bís arís ach mise liom féin Má bhraitheann mé an íseal brí anuas orm arís glanfaidh mé amach é mar a ghlan mé cheana féin Má bhraitheann mé an doicheall anuas orm arís Glanfaidh mé amach é mar atá ar bun agam anois Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scáth ó mo chroí, ó, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scamaill amach as mo shlí, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scáth ó mo chroí, ó, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scamaill amach as mo shlí Go amach as mo shlí as mo chroí Do bhraith mé an íseal brí ag brú anuas orm arís — glanfaidh mé amach é — Bhraith mé doicheall an diabhail ag déanamh lóistín laistigh díom arís — glanfaidh mé amach é — Bhraith mé mo mhisneach ag ídiú uaim 's ag dul amú orm arís — glanfaidh mé amach é — Do bhraith mé an dorchadas do mo thimpeallú 's ag cur isteach orm arís — glanfaidh mé amach é — Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scáth ó mo chroí, ó, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scamaill amach as mo shlí, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scáth ó mo chroí, ó, glanfaidh mé amach iad Glanfaidh mé a leithéid de scamaill amach as mo shlí Go amach as -- Beidh mé réidh, beidh mé romhat, beidh mé úr, beidh mé ullamh, beidh mé socair ionam féin arís Beidh mé léi, beidh mé leo, beidh mé leat, beidh mé lán, beidh mé iomlán folláin arís Beidh mé saor, beidh mé sona, beidh mé suan, beidh mé slán ar ais chugam féin arís Beidh mé clé, dheas, thuaidh, theas Socair ionaim féin arís, dhé Glan glan, glan arís, glan glan arís, glan glan, go dtí go bhfuil mé sona sásta Glan glan, glan arís, glan glan arís, glan glan, go dtí go bhfuil mé slán sabháilte Glan glan, glan arís, glan glan arís, glan glan, go dtí go bhfuil mé sona sásta Glan glan, glan arís, glan glan arís, glan glan, glanfaidh mé amach mo shaol Dia liom, Dia leat, Dia leis, Dia léi, Dia leo, Dia libh, Dia linn uilig Dia dhá réiteach, Dia dhá réiteach Dia liom, Dia leat, Dia leis, Dia léi, Dia leo, Dia libh, Dia linn uilig Dia dhá réiteach, Dia dhá réiteach

Me, aging again growing in my life With her reaching peeks but back by myself And if I feel the depression back on top of me again I’ll clean it out as I did before If I feel the darkness down on me again I’ll clean it out as I am doing right now I’ll clean those shadows from my heart, Oh, I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those clouds out of my way I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those shadows from my heart, Oh, I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those clouds out of my way Out of my way and from my heart I felt that down-pressure weighing on me again — I’ll clean it out — I felt the demon’s darkness taking up accomodation within me again — I’ll clean it out — I felt my courage leeking and going astray from me — I’ll clean it out — I felt the black encircling me and disrupting me again — I’ll clean it out — I’ll clean those shadows from my heart, Oh, I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those clouds out of my way I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those shadows from my heart, Oh, I’ll clean them out I’ll clean those clouds out of my way Out of -- I’ll be there, I’ll be ahead, I’ll be fresh I’ll be ready, I’ll be steady in myself again I’ll be with her, I’ll be them, I’ll be with you, I’ll be full, I’ll be totally ripe again I’ll be free, I’ll be safe, I’ll be bright, I’ll be happy, back to myself again I’ll be left, right, North, South Steady in myself again, yeah So clean clean, clean again, clean it out again, clean clean, until I am happy and contented Clean clean, clean again, clean it out again, clean clean, until I am safe and sound So clean clean, clean again, clean it out again, clean clean, until I am happy and contented Clean clean, clean again, clean it out again, clean clean, I’ll clean out my life God bless me, God bless you, God bless him, God bless her, God bless them, God bless y’all, God bless all of us God resolve it, God resolve it God bless me, God bless you, God bless him, God bless her, God bless them, God bless y’all, God bless all of us God resolve it, God resolve it

Tamana

Your quest is my objective, as long as I live,
Of you alone I talk, while I have a tongue.
God knows how it all may end,
Impatient am I, intemperate he.
For you alone I yearn, if yearn at all,
You are my desire, if I harbour one.
Much have I travelled in the garden of this world,
Peerless is the flower of friendship in its scent and hue.
A blessing is the sense of sight, the sight of friends a boon,
You and I will cease to be, once our eyes are shut.
Who else, o Dard, should my eyes accost?
He alone is present wheresoever I look.

-- Khwaja Mir Dard (1721-1785)

Chinsagu no Hana

鳳仙花の花は　爪先を染めて

親の意見は　肝に染めよ

夜はらす舟や 　にぬふぁ星見あてぃ

我なちぇる親や　我どぅみあてぃぬ覚めて

天に群れる星は　数えられるが

親の真心には　かぎりがない 

Just as my fingernails are stained with the pigment from balsam flowers,
My heart is painted with the teachings of my parents.
Just as ships that run in the night are guided to safety by the North star,
I am guided by my parents who gave birth to me and watch over me.
Although the stars in the sky are countable,
The teachings of my parents are not. 

Comp. Okinawan folk song

Tiocfaidh an Samhradh

Left: Original lyrics in Irish
Right: Rewritten in Shelta spelling

Translation (FYI): 
Summer will come and the grass will spring
And the trees will bring forth their foliage green
My true love will come at the dawn of day
And in sorrow I'll play for her a mournful lay

Den Förtrollade Barnaföderskan

Det ståndar en lind allt sunnan under by
~ Allt under den linden så grön ~
Där ståndar en jungfru, hon borstar sitt hår
~ I riden så varligt genom lunden med henne ~

Hon trolovade så granner en man
Den unge herr Olof, det hette han

Liten Elin hon spörjer sin svärmoder om råd
"Huru länge skall kvinnan med barnet gå?"

"I fyrtio veckor på åttonde år
så länge ska du med det barnet gå!"

De klädde på Elin en silkessärk
Hon gick uppå loftet med så mycken värk

Herr Olof han spörjer kär systeren sin
"Ack, ville du nu hjälpe allra kärestan min?"

Systeren gångar till brudekiste
Så gör hon två vaxdockor, allt med stor liste

Så sveper hon dem uti vitan lin
Hon bär dem i loftet för moderen sin

"Ack, kära min moder, låte fara eders harm
I tage eders gossebarn uti eders arm!"

"Jag haver förtrollat båd himmel och jord
förutom det ställe där brudkisten stod!"

Så breder de kisten med silketyg blå
där föder liten Elin de sönerna två

Det gjorde herr Olofs moder stor nöd
~ Allt under den linden så grön ~
Så snart blev hon utav den harmen död
~ I riden så varligt genom lunden med henne ~





A third interpretation is done by Ale Möller, Lena Willemark and Per Gudmundsson, but the video is unavailable.

Karantez Vro

Karantez Vro
Anjela Duval (lyr.) / Nolwenn Leroy

E korn va c’halon zo ur gleizenn ’Baoe va yaouankiz he dougan Rak siwazh, an hini a garen Na gare ket ’r pezh a garan Eñ na gare nemet ar c’hêrioù Ar morioù bras, ar Broioù pell Ha me ne garan ’met ar maezioù Maezioù ken kaer va Breizh-Izel ! Ret ’voe dibab ’tre div garantez Karantez-vro, karantez den D’am bro am eus gouestlet va buhez Ha lez’t da vont ’n hini ’garen Biskoazh abaoe n’am eus en gwelet Biskoazh klevet keloù outañ Ur gleizhenn em c’halon zo chomet Pa ’gare ket ’r pezh a garan. Pep den a dle heuilh e Donkadur Honnezh eo lezenn ar Bed-mañ Gwasket ’voe va c’halon a-dra-sur Pa ’gare ket ’r pezh a garan Dezhañ pinvidigezh, enorioù Din-me paourentez ha dispriz Met ’drokfen ket evit teñzorioù Va Bro, va Yezh ha va Frankiz !

En mon coeur est ma blessure, Depuis ma jeunesse y reste gravée Car, hélas, celui que j'aimais Ce que j'aime n'aimait pas. Lui n'aimait que la ville, La grande mer et les lointains ; Je n'aimais que la campagne, Beauté des campagnes de Bretagne. Entre deux amours il me fallut choisir Amour-patrie, amour de l'homme ; A mon pays j'ai offert ma vie, Et s'en est allé celui que j'aimais. Depuis, jamais je ne l'ai revu, Jamais connu de ses nouvelles. En mon coeur saigne la blessure Car ce que j'aime, il n'aimait pas. Chacun sa Destinée doit vivre, Ainsi en ce monde en est-il. Meurtri, certes, fut mon coeur, Mais ce que j'aime, il n'aimait pas. A lui, honneurs et richesse A moi, mépris et humble vie. Mais je n'échangerais contre nul trésor Mon pays, ma langue et ma liberté.

Songs from 3 April 2011

El Silencio
Federico García Lorca
As heard in El Jardin de la Vida y la Muerte

Oye, hijo mío, el silencio.
Es un silencio ondulado,
un silencio,
donde resbalan valles y ecos
y que inclina las frentes
hacia el suelo.

Listen, my son: the silence / It is a rolling silence, / a silence / where valleys and echoes slip / and it bends foreheads / down to the ground. // Life and death? / La Vida y la Muerte? / Eros and Thanatos

Raghupati Raghava Raja Ram
Vishnu Digambar Paluskar
As heard in Satyagraha

रघुपति राघव राजाराम, पतित पावन सीताराम
सीताराम सीताराम, भज प्यारे तू सीताराम
ईश्वर अल्लाह तेरो नाम, सब को सन्मति दे भगवान

Raghupati raaghav raajaaraam, patit paavan sitaram
Siitaaraam, sitaram, bhaj pyaare tu sitaram
Iishvar Allah tero naam, sab ko sanmati de bhagavaan

Chief of the house of Raghu, Lord Rama, uplifters of those who have fallen, Sita and Rama,
Sita and Rama, Sita and Rama, O beloved, praise Sita and Rama,
God and Allah are your names, Bless everyone with this wisdom, Lord.

Horehronie

Horehronie
Kamil Peteraj (lyr.) / Martin Kavulič (comp.) / Kristína Peláková

Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní chce sa mi spievať, zomrieť aj žiť
Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní túžim sa k nebu priblížiť
Na tráve ležím a snívam o čom sama neviem
V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Najkrajšie stromy sú na Horehroní to tiché bratstvo vraví mi poď
Sem sa vždy vrátim keď ma niečo zroní, vravia to stromy: z pliec to zhoď
Na tráve ležím a snívam o čom sama neviem
V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Keď sa slnko skloní na Horehroní tam niekde v ďiaľke náš zvon zvoní
Keď má ma to bolieť tak nech ma bolí raz sa to stratí do čiernej hory
Na tráve ležím a snívam oči tíško plačú
V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Na tráve ležím a snívam oči tíško plačú
V tom vánku, čo ma kolíše keď je slnko najnižšie

Najkrajšie stromy sú na Horehroní

When the sun goes down in Horehronie, I want to sing, die and live
When the sun goes down in Horehronie, I wish I could get closer to the sky
I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, of what, I don’t even know myself
In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

The most beautiful trees are in Horehronie, a silent brotherhood is telling me: come
I come back here when I feel sad, the trees are saying: shake it off
I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, of what, I don’t even know myself
In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

When the sun goes down in Horehronie, out there somewhere far away our bell is ringing
When it hurts, let it hurt, one day it will vanish in the black mountain
I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, my eyes are crying softly
In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

I’m lying on the grass and dreaming, my eyes are crying softly
In the breeze that gently sways me, when the sun is at its lowest point

The most beautiful trees are in Horehronie

Sjömansvisan

My first complete transcription on Sibelius 5, a slow-ish sailor's ballad:

Title: Sjömansvisan (The Sailor's Song)Lyrics: Traditional Swedish
Music: Ulrika Bodén
As performed by: Ranarim (Sweden)
Code: T01.se / [see complete PDF]

Lyrics:

Skeppet seglar och vinden blåser
nu hissar vi våra ankar
vi ska segla till vännen kära
den vi har i våra tankar
Räck mig nu den snövita handen
om du vill bliva min kära
och vi ska tacka både fader och mor
om vi varandra skall äga

Dagen lider och solen skrider
och stjärnorna tändas upp igen
inte kan jag till vännen komma
varken åka, rida eller gå
Räck mig nu den snövita handen
om du vill bliva min kära
men jag får vänta till sol och sommardag
då jag seglar över böljan blå
Translation:

The vessel sails and the wind blows
Now we raise our anchors
We’ll sail to our beloved,
who is in our thoughts
Reach out your snow-white hand
If you will be my love
We shall thank both Mother and Father
if we shall have each other

The day passes and the sun moves across the sky
The stars are again lit
I cannot reach my beloved,
neither ride nor wander
Reach out your snow-white hand
If you will be my love
But I must wait for sun and summer days
to sail the bounding main

Konungadöttrarna

I had wanted to paint something based on the song for a long time:

The King's Daughters
Acrylic on canvas
23 February 2010
Konungadöttrarna | The King's Daughters
artist: Gjallarhorn (Finland)
Swedish with translation

Där kommo två jungfrur på konungens gård
-Två rosor och adeliga blomma
de voro bortrövda alltsen dom var små
-Från Engeland äre vi komne
Two Maidens came walking across the Kings yard
-Two roses, two noble flowers
they were stolen away as they were young
-From Engeland we have come
Och jungfruna inför drottningen står
och höves här allt de små tjänstemör i år.
The Maidens stood before the queen
Is there a need here for maidservants this year?

Här haver jag en förgyllande väv
säg, kunnen I väva den väven ned
Here I have a gildering web
Say now, can you weave this carpet to an end?

Den äldsta hon satte sig i vävestolen ned
den yngsta hon trädde i skaft å i sked
The elder she sat down to loom the web
the younger she threaded with weaver's reed

Det första slag hon på väven vov
där vov hon i himmel, där vov hon i jord
On the first touch on gildering web
she wove in the sky and the earth

Det andra slag hon på väven vov
där vov hon in solen å klara mån
On the second touch on the gildering web
she wove in the sun and the moon

Det tredje slag hon på väven vov
där vov hon syster där vov hon in bror
On the third touch on the gildering web
she wove in her sister and brother

Det fjärde slag hon på väven vov
där vov hon I fader där vov hon in morOn the fourth touch on the gildering web
she wove in their father and mother

Å dronningen framfö dem på golvet stå
å fagrare väv jag väl aldrig såg
The Queen came standing before the web
A carpet this fair I have never seen

Den äldsta skall taga mina nycklar i band
den yngsta skall taga min son allt till manThe older shall be keeper of my keys
the younger shall have my son to wed

Å icke är det seden uti vårt land
att syster skall taga sin broder till man
Oh, it is not the custom in our kingdom
that a sister should wed with her brother

Å det vart glädje I konungen gård
-Två rosor och adeliga blomma
när moder och döttrar de kändes åt
-från trollberget äre vi komne
And there was a joy in the King's hall
-Two roses, two noble flowers
when mother and daughters were rejoined at last
-From the trolls' mountains we have come

Astros, Fuentes y Flores

Dicen que no hablan las plantas, ni las fuentes, ni los pájaros,
Ni el onda con sus rumores, ni con su brillo los astros,
Lo dicen, pero no es cierto, pues siempre cuando yo paso,
De mí murmuran y exclaman: Ahí va la loca soñando

Ahí va la loca, ahí va soñando
Con la eterna primavera
de la vida y de los campos.
Y ya bien pronto, bien pronto, tendrá los cabellos canos,
Y ve temblando, aterida, que cubre la escarcha el prado.

Hay canas en mi cabeza, hay en los prados escarcha,
Mas yo prosigo soñando, pobre, incurable sonámbula,
Con la eterna primavera de la vida que se apaga
Y la perenne frescura de los campos y las almas.

Ahí va la loca, ahí va soñando
Con la eterna primavera
de la vida y de los campos.
Y la perenne frescura de los campos y las almas
Aunque los unos se agostan aunque las otras se abrasan.

Astros y fuentes y flores,
no murmuréis de mis sueños,
Sin ellos, ¿cómo admiraros
ni cómo vivir sin ellos?

Black tolls the bell over the Lancastria

I see the black of the sea devouring the drowned,
The oiled lungs, the black singing of soldiers,
The black bones of burnt corpses thrown to the waves
While black tolls the bell over the Lancastria

- extract from the song Lancastria (Tri Yann 2007) own translation
[Link to the Lancastria Association of Scotland website]

A Google translation revealed that the song was not what it first appears to be like. Rather, this brightly tranquil piece is filled with hellish warlike imagery. The context: The sinking of the liner, the RMS Lancastria, off the coast of Saint-Nazaire on 17 June 1940 by German bombers; considered one of the worst naval disasters of all time in which more than four thousand civilians and RAF personnel perished.

I might need the help of a real translator to figure out what the whole song means. The power of Wiktionary is limited, and so is the power of Collins.

Lancastria
Tri Yann 2007

Licorne, Qu'as-tu vu du ras de l'océan,
Que ta peau fendue coule jaune ton sang ?
J'ai vu jaune l'ajonc, au loin une fumée,
Jaune le rire des hommes cachant leur désarroi,
Les châteaux des enfants sur les plages de Retz,
Les flèches du soleil sur Lancastria.

Licorne, qu'as-tu vu sur la côte ? A présent,
De ton flanc lacéré gris s'écoule ton sang.
J'ai vu gris sur les quais des trains de réfugiés,
Gris les coeurs des Anglais revenant des combats,
Les daurades fuyant loin du Grand Charpentier,
Mais l'espoir d'embarquer sur le Lancastria.

Licorne, qu'as-tu vu à dix milles au ponant,
Que ton sang devient bleu comme bleu l'océan ?
J'ai vu bleu dans le ciell'hirondelle s'envoler,
Bleue la barre des pins à l'horizon là-bas,
Bleus les yeux d'un enfant, tenant son chien serré
En montant rassuré sur le Lancastria.

Licorne, d'où viens-tu, de quel fol ouragan,
Que ton ventre brûlant vomit rouge ton sang ?
J'ai vu rouge un volcan dans la cale exploser
Des torrents rouge feu crachés par des stukas,
Le cheval du gymnase par les flammes embrasé,
J'ai vu rouge la mort sur le Lancastria.

Licorne, d'où viens-tu d'où l'on ne revient pas ?
De tes chairs déchirées gicle un sang noir, pourquoi ?
Jai vu noire la mer dévorant les noyés,
Les poumons mazoutés, le chant noir des soldats,
Les os noirs des brûlés dans les vagues jetés,
Noire la cloche du glas sur le Lancastria.

Blanche colombe ! Du levant venue,
Sue tes ailes dépoyées, dis-nous, qui portes-tu ?
Une fillette née au milieu des combats,
Aimez-la comme vôtre : elle s'appelle Europa.