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Balul pisicilor

O pisică mare a plecat la bal.
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
O pisică mare a plecat la bal.
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
Și-a luat cizmulițele și calul.
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
La balul pisicilor și al șoarecilor.
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
La balul pisicilor și al șoarecilor.
Tikiti tom ti day
La balul pisicilor și al șoarecilor,
Cu pașii lor micuți, hore1 și cadriluri2.
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
Hey, șoricelule, vrei să ne căsătorim?
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
Hey, șoricelule, vrei să ne căsătorim?
Tikiti tom ti day
Hey, șoricelule, vrei să ne căsătorim?
Am aur și bani gheață.
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
Nu vreau să mă căsătoresc.
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
Nu, eu nu vreau să mă căsătoresc.
Tikiti tom ti day
Nu, eu nu vreau să mă căsătoresc,
Vreau să alerg prin grâu.
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
Nu vreau să mă căsătoresc.
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
Nu, eu nu vreau să mă căsătoresc.
Tikiti tom ti day
Nu, eu nu vreau să mă căsătoresc,
Ia-ți lăbuțele de pe mine, pisică gri și ticăloasă!
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 

• 1. substantivul ronde desemnează un dans de grup, unde participanții formează un cerc
• 2. Dans de origine franceză, cu mișcare lentă, în cursul căruia partenerii se schimbă între ei

The Cats' ball

A big cat went to the ball
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
A big cat went to the ball
Tikiti tom ti day
A big cat went to the ball
Took its boots and its horse
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
In the cats and mouses' ball
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
In the cats and mouses' ball
Tikit tom tiday
In the cats and mouses' ball
With little steps of round dances and quadrilles
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
Hey Mouse, do want to marry me ?
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
Hey Mouse, do want to marry me ?
Tikiti tom ti lay
Hey Mouse, do want to marry me ?
I've got gold and cash
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
I don't want to marry anyone
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
No, I don't want to marry anyone
Tikiti tom ti day
No, I don't want to marry anyone
I wanna run through the fields
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 
I don't want to marry anyone
Tikiti tom ta tikiti tom
No, I don't want to marry anyone
Tikiti tom ti day
No, I don't want to marry anyone
Take your grey paws of naughty cat off
Me cax macari duck and a dil
Tikiti tom ti day
 

Small ghost

You were born under a gray sky
In Galway Bay *
I was young, so young and you
So small, so small
 
Ten years have already passed
At Magdalene Laundry **
Ten years that you grow without me
Far from here, far from here
 
Take me in Your arms
Stay at least until dawn
Oh, until dawn
I beg you, hug me
I'm never afraid of ghosts anymore
Of Ghosts...
 
I hold a picture of us tight
In the evening to fall asleep
I think back to the fire of your cheeks
To your smile, your smile
 
Oh, of course, time goes by
But not memories
Always this water in my eyes
Who flickers, who flickers
 
Take me in Your arms
Stay at least until dawn
Oh, until dawn
I beg you, hug me
I'm never afraid of ghosts anymore
Of Ghosts...
 
Do you call her 'mommy'
Does she stay up with you at night?
Say, do you make windmills?
(And) foolishness,foolishness ?
 
Stay a little here
Stay a little and hold me tight
Keep me company
I think I'm going crazy
 
Take me in Your arms
Stay at least until dawn
Oh, until dawn
I beg you, hug me
I'm never afraid of ghosts anymore
Of Ghosts...
 
Ahmet KADI

Cool breeze

Cool breeze **
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind ***
Let's go into the great wind
 
Cool breeze
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind
Let's go into the great wind
 
Cool breeze
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind
Let's go into the great wind
 
Cool breeze
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind
Let's go into the great wind
 
Cool breeze
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind
Let's go into the great wind
 
Cool breeze
Wind of the morning
Wind which blows over the tops of great pines
Joy of the blowing wind
Let's go into the great wind
 
LoupSolo

My daughter

Versions: #2
My daughter, oh my beloved
my daughter, oh my beloved
don't throw yourself into the sea
don't throw yourself into the sea.
 
My daughter...
 
The sea is unforgiving,
the sea is unforgiving,
it will carry you away
it will carry you away.
 
My daughter
my daughter
my daughter
my daughter.
 
Let it carry me away, oh let it drown me
let it carry me away, oh let it drown me
down seven fathoms deep
down seven fathoms deep.
 
My daughter
my daughter
my daughter
my daughter.
 
Let a black fish swallow me
let a black fish swallow me
to save me from love,
to save me from love.
 
My daughter
my daughter
my daughter
my daughter.
 

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• Terminology: lit. (literally), lat. (latin term), pr. (pronunciation). @= a/o (for Spanish translations only, @ can be switched from a feminine or masculine perspective.

Brian Boru

Like the song of the stones
That resonates in the silence
Like the water that winds
And rumbles under me
You know I will come back
To the land of my childhood
To the land of dreams,
Of fairies and kings
 
There my love,
Far from the city
It's colder
And the days are fragile
Summer mist,
The spiers of the islands
You will see,
I will go there
 
Like Brian Boru,
King of Ireland
I'll set sail
And give up my weapones
Brian Boru,
Soon I will be back
To the Celtic lands
 

Crow

On the stream of the Battle at Kerlouan
There is an oak tree at the top of the moor
Upon an oak tree the moon rests
Each night to draw to itself seabirds
 
Seabirds, black and white of feather
With a drop of blood on their heads
With them a great black crow, greyed and old
Together with a young crow in concert
 
Tired they are and wet their wings
They came from far across the sea
And the birds sing a song
More beautiful is my silence than the wide sea
 
And the birds sing a song
More beautiful is my silence than the wide sea
The wide sea
 

I Mourn You

I mourn you, Isabeau1,
Shall you find rest
In the land wherefrom you cannot return?
Our mother is gone,
Our father fled
To the land wherefrom he cannot return.
 
Have I offended you?
I beg you Charles, Duke of Berry
War has taken my loved ones.
Recall your armies,
Recall your soldiers,
May the rumble of our clash keep quiet.
 
So sad is Men's fate
So sad is the ringing tocsin
So sad is my life
Without love and without poem. (x2)
 
Now, as a duchess in the City of Rennes
My fate has been sealed.
The army of the king of France is laying siege to the city,
Brittany is dying out in exile.
 
The English tell me to flee by see towards the Netherlands.
Never shall I give up the fight.
Vitré was sacked,
The French pillaged
Guingamp, Clisson, Redon, Châteaubriant.
 
So sad is Men's fate
So sad is the ringing tocsin
So sad is my life
Without love and without poem.
 
To save my country,
Must I wed my enemy?
 

• 1. Isabeau of Brittany

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Anna Vreizh

The sun forsakes me
As death hums
The song of winter to me
And I can see my father again
I can see the smile
On his face again, good child
Up in the Italian sky, three stars are still mourning
In the death chamber covered with golden silk
The lord of Ermine had my body embalmed
 
I give my heart to Britanny
I leave my heart in Britanny
Here
 
Fanciful suns took my dreams
I leave you a garden, on a morn, a truce
And I can hear the lament
Of the deceased queen
From the little vessel where my heart is lying
I ask the Bretons not to fear any longer
I, the daughter of the Armor,
I fear not death
 
I give my heart to Britanny
I leave my heart in Britanny
Here
 
And I am crowned
And I carry a burden
Across the pathways of France
As a sign of allegiance
Those who had betrayed me knelt down
 
I give my heart to Britanny
I leave my heart in Britanny
Here
 

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