17.03.2025
Our World is Beautiful (Villagers' Reprise)
From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
Hagali - Orchelia's vox versuri traducere în engleză
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Translation
Orchelia's Voice
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here
We will pass these legends to future generations to praise and honor
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here
Even if we are covered by fog, even if were are frightened by the roar of the waves
Look for me, hidden away
We will transcend time to return to where we belong
Even if we have to stop and step into the sea of trees
We must overcome the past to get to where we need to be
And when we step forth, we will find the garden of oblivion
O spirit, O spirit who dwells in the waters
Have mercy on the earth we have nurtured
O spirit, O spirit who dwells in the waters
With your gentle embrace
To the spirit, to the spirit, to the spirit that dwells in fire
Give strength to the earth we humans have nurtured
To the spirit, to the spirit, to the spirit that dwells in fire
Bring it into your gentle yet powerful embrace, then spread your arms and bestow your mercy
Words unheard cannot be written
But are passed down through the flute's melody
Words unheard cannot be written
They will be passed on again to our children
...Hear the pulse of the water veins
Blue and deep, O ephemeral forest
Blue and deep, O sleeping lake
Blue and deep, O ephemeral forest
O to those who know all
Blue and deep, O ephemeral forest
Blue and deep, O sleeping lake
Blue and deep, O ephemeral forest
O to those who know all, tell me
We will transcend time to return to where we belong
Even if we have to stop and step into the sea of trees
We must overcome the past to get to where we need to be
And when we step forth, we will find oblivion…
—(Strong feelings, even if they are only little, are worth more than anything else)
—(A strong desire is worth more than anything else)
Listen to the time that flows
Embrace the storm that comes your way
Even if the shivering season of the first frost has arrived
Once the freezing hail has passed, the time for budding sprouts will come
—(Your brilliance and happiness)
—(Share with us a piece of it)
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here
We will pass these legends on to generations to praise and honor
Dedicated to the many spirits that dwell here
We look for a ray of sunlight even amidst the cover of the fog
—(The pulse of the water veins in shifting times)
—(Give mercy to their land again and again)
—(The pulse if the water vein in shifting times)
—(Give strength with their graceful embrace)
Words unheard cannot be written
But are passed down through the flute's melody
Words unheard cannot be written
These legends will be passed down
—(A light in the changing times)
—(Brings mercy to their land again and again)
—(A light in the changing times)
—(Spreads compassion with graceful arms)
Blue and deep, O ephemeral forest
Blue and deep, O sleeping lake
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From the highest point in the sky (To the end of the mines)
Where is the spark? (That illuminates us)
What did it look like?
If only we knew
If only this kingdom
Would become beautiful again
17.03.2025
Rain
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
You slept, crying, swallowing blood
When the dawn was seen on the horizon
I never complaint about fate
Even if it turned my morning into evening
With this evening, it brought
My heart that was left away
Little by little, it rained
My heart shattered into little pieces
When it became morning againi
'Do you love me?' - I asked
You never asked for anything
You admired my eyebrows and eyes a thousand times
Stroking your black hair,
I lost myself this night
Struggled, waiting for sun
The city tired of rains
Where do you go, swallowing blood?
Where would the dawn lead me?
17.03.2025
Sawah Lettuces
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
Sawah lettuces spread out all over the ricefields
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
The boy's mother came by to pick some sawah lettuce
Without looking, she grabbed a bunch and left
The sawah lettuces has now been brought back home
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
In the morning, the sawah lettuces are sold at the market
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
Laid out in rows, all tied up as well to be sold
The girl's mother bought some while carrying a woven basket
The sawah lettuces are now ready to be cooked
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Sawah lettuces are placed in a pot of boiling water
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
Half-cooked, it's then strained to be eaten as a side dish
With two plates of rice and nasnaran, sitting on a divan
The sawah lettuce is eaten with rice
17.03.2025
The Little Bunch of Rushes
O maiden of the finest rushes1
What a pity for you that my bundle has come undone
Would you come with me, just the two of us
Under the bank of the wood with the brightest flowers
No priest would ever hear of it
Nor any living soul
Until the birds start to talk in human language
And the blackbird starts speaking Greek.
I’ve no stockings nor shoes
Not even a stool to sit down on
I haven't a penny in the whole wide world
Unless Jesus Christ should take pity on me
My trousers are threadbare
And as you know, my blanket is worn out
Yet still there are plenty of women in the taverns
Who chase after me just for the price of a drink
Oh, did you think to entice me, young man
With your flattery? Well, it did you no good
There’s many a sensible girl
Carrying a load who has been led astray
But I myself would rather carry heavy loads
And drag them till the day I die
Than have your child on my knee
Asking for news of you when you're nowhere to be found
- 1. Rushes are a kind of grass-like plant used to make floor coverings and furniture, traditionally collected by young women. The motif of gathering rushes often has sexual connotation in folk songs of the British Isles and Ireland in both English and Irish. This song is no exception.