The MIT Folk Dance Club Songbook Argentina Armenia Assyrian

133 Pages·1998·0.38 MB·English

by  Ira Gessel

Argentina
Viva Jujuy (Bailecito)
/Viva Jujuy, viva la Puna, Long live Jujuy,1 long live the Puna,2
viva mi amada. long live my beloved.
Vivan los cerros pintados rojeados Long live the rosy painted hills
de mi quebrada./ of my valley.
De mi quebrada Of my valley
Humahuaquen˜a. of Humahuaca.
No te separes de mis amores, Don’t withdraw yourself from my love,
tu´ eres mi duen˜a. you are my master.
La, la ...
No te separes de mis amores,
tu´ eres mi duen˜a.
/Viva Jujuy y la hermosura Long live Jujuy and the beauty
de las jujen˜as, of the Jujen˜an women.
Vivan las trenzas bien renegridas Long live the jet-black braids
de mi morena./ of my dark woman.
De mi morena, Of my dark woman,
Coyita m´ıa. my little Coya.3
No te separes de mis amores, Do not separate yourself from my love,
tu´ eres mi vida. you are my life.
La, la ...
No te separes de mis amores 1a province in the northwest corner of
Tu´ eres mi vida. Argentina
2Puna de Atacama—a high plateau area in
the border region of Argentina, Bolivia,
and Chile
3member of an Indian tribe
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Armenia
Guhneega
/Ashkharin usgispen, ayspes gu˘nigu˘./ From the beginning of the world, such is
/Martus ku˘lkhun misht paduhatz, badizh a woman.
gu˘nigu˘./ On the head of a man she always brings
punishment.
Chorus:
Aman ah-h-h-h-h-h
/Gu˘nigu˘, gu˘nigu˘, ayspes gu˘nigu˘./ Woman, woman, such is a woman.
/Martus ku˘lkhun misht paduhatz, badizh On the head of a man she always brings
gu˘nigu˘./ punishment.
/Gu˘ngan hamarhech, pagvatz dur chu˘ga./ There’s no closed door for a woman.
/Amen durin meg panali, uni gu˘nigu˘./ For every door she has a key, a woman does.
/Inku˘ satana, otzi shabigov,/ She, a satan, in a snake’s shirt,
/kheghj atamu˘ khu˘ndsrov khabetz, poor Adam she misled with an apple,
yeva gu˘nigu˘./ the woman Eve did.
Karun, karun
/Char lezunerin havatatz im yaru˘ My love listened to the evil tongues,
artzunkhnerov lu˘tzretz sev sev acheru˘./ and filled her black, black eyes with tears.
/Es achkharu˘ shat fooch banu˘ herana This world is a very worthless thing,
uzumehi heranal u moranal./ I wanted to get away, to get away
and to forget.
Chorus:
/Karun, karun, karune, Spring, spring, it’s spring,
sirun, sirun, sirun e. lovely, lovely, it’s lovely.
Et kho sev, sev acherov, With those black, black eyes,
yar jan intz tu ayrumes./ my love, you burn me.
/Et kho seritz molorvatzem kun chunem From this love of yours, I am lost, can’t sleep,
Bolar khisher artzunkhnerov khanchumem./ I cry out in tears all night long.
/Yar jan indznitz mi herana sirumem. My love, don’t turn away from me; I love you.
Antznotzneru˘ chartzumen te yar kuzem./ The passers-by think I want love.
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Dari mena
Dari mu˘ne chem tese It’s a year I haven’t seen you,
inchpes dimanam? how can I endure it?
Dari mu˘ne chem tese It’s a year I haven’t seen you,
chem ku˘rner dimanam. I can’t endure it.
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You’re here, I’m there,
dardegh dimanam. with sorrow I endure.
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You’re here, I’m there,
nazde dimanam. your whim I endure.
Namak mu˘ ches ku˘re You haven’t written a letter,
inchpes dimanam? how am I supposed to know?
Namak mu˘ ches ku˘re You haven’t written a letter,
chem ku˘rner dimanam. I can’t endure it.
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You are here, I am there,
derdegh dimanam. with sorrow I endure.
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You are here, I am there,
nazde dimanam. your whim I endure.
/Tashku˘naku˘t ches khu˘rke You haven’t sent your kerchief
vor yes lu˘vanam./ so that I can wash it.
Tun im sirdes kotretzir You broke my heart,
inchpes dimanam? how can I endure it?
Tun im sirdes kotretzir You broke my heart,
chem ku˘rner dimanam. I can’t endure it.
/Achkiru˘t dzev, matu˘t yerkar The shape of your eyes, your long fingers,
yerazis petke tesnam./ in my dreams I’ll be seeing.
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You are here, I am there,
inchpes dimanam? how can I endure it?
Tun hozdegh, yes hotegh You are here, I am there,
chem ku˘rner dimanam. I can’t endure it.
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Sirun akhchik (Sweet girl)
/Sirun akhchik, sirun yar Pretty girl, pretty love,
yekur, yekur, hokis ar./ come, come, take my soul.
/Arantz kezi chem ku˘rna Without you I can’t be,
ur vor yertas hetot tar./ wherever you go take me with you.
/Hetet tar indz mu˘rushik Take me with you, O sweet one,
tas mu˘ haner anushik./ even if it’s for ten years.
/Shaghar es tu anushik You are a sugar, my sweet one,
tur vodkerud tam pachik./ let me kiss your feet.
/Yes khu motu˘ u˘l-lahi If only I were with you,
patut matnu˘ antznehi./ I’d even stay under your wall.
/Pachik mu˘ kezi tayi If I could kiss you once,
heto kyankhu˘ azdehi./ I’d even give my life.
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Assyrian
Aino kchume
/Ben ainakh kchumnayeh gyashik djopati/ Look at my face with your black eyes,
Djoshita Khadiaha basela gati. even though it be but once a year.
/Gutyeleh omidi ou kheli govati/ I have lost my hope and my strength.
bes gam let garboni zalum chaporta. Why don’t you come near me, cruel girl?
Ben ainakh kchumnaye bdo komerkh daika At the thought of your trim figure and your
minder dakh moblitervat merkh deeyeh black eyes
djivanta. I’m pained and thin, a young man like me.
Imen takhrin shimakh ulekh kitelka Just remembering your name I lose myself,
Khemtu nadj vudli chara myatevin. just thinking of a girl as lovely as you.
/Pluta vut lukhdara byomane de ida/ You went walking one holiday,
aino gnivo kchume gomo rakiduh. your black eyes and eyebrows, your trim
/Kheli kha munshukta bhaliba kitelka/ figure...
kehmta nadjep vhdi chara myatuh vundj. Beautiful girl, help or I die.
Give me one passionate kiss.
/Pluta vut lukhdara amkhavar takh/ When you went walking with your sister,
embikyukh kyertani raprope lepatakh, your hair trickling over your eye,
/bwili khakhobra tanouye gatakh/ I wanted to speak to you,
Ina sdeuili men eh kyapurta khatakh. but I was afraid of your sister.
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Bulgaria
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Hodih gore, hodih dolu (Cetvornoˇsopsko horo)
Hodih dolo, mamo, hodih gorja. I went everywhere
Nijde selo, mamo, ne namerih and I found no village, mother,
/kato selo Marijkino, like Marijka’s village,
Marijkino, mamo, Marinovo./ Marijka’s, mother.
Marijˇcica, mamo, po dvor hodi, Little Marijka was walking about,
po dvor hodi, mamo, horo vodi, walking about the yard, leading the dance,
/primenena, nagizdena, all dressed up, beautiful,
po rizˇcica, mamo, koprinena./ in a silk chemise.
Kad ja vidjah, mamo, kail stana! When I saw her, mother, that was it!
Svedoh klonˇce, mamo, vu˘rzah konˇce, I bent a branch and tied up my horse
ˇce su˘ hvanah na horoto, and got into the dance,
na horoto, mamo, pri Marijka, into the dance, mother, near Marijka,
Cˇe su˘ hvanah na horoto, got into the dance,
na horoto, mamo, do Marijka. into the dance, mother, next to Marijka.
Cˇe pohlopnah, mamo, ˇce potropnah I jumped, mother, I stamped
a Marijka, mamo, mi govori: and Marijka said to me, mother:
“Ne mi lopaj, ne mi tropaj, “Don’t jump, don’t stamp,
ˇce mi upraˇsi, momko, ˇzelti ˇcejli, for you’ll get my yellow slippers dusty, lad,
ˇce mi upraˇsi ˇzelti ˇcejli, for you’ll get my yellow slippers dusty,
ˇzelti ˇcejli, momko, i ˇsiti poli.” my yellow slippers and embroidered skirts!”
Cˇe si bru˘knah, mamo, u dˇzoboci, I reached into my pocket, mother,
ˇce izvadih, mamo, testimelci, and pulled out a handkerchief
ˇce i otrih ˇzelti ˇcejli, and wiped her yellow slippers,
ˇzelti ˇcejli, mamo, i ˇsiti poli, yellow slippers, mother, and embroidered skirts
i pak se hvanah na horoto, and got into the dance again
na horoto, mamo, do Marijka. into the dance, mother, next to Marijka.
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Snoˇsti si Rada pristana (Kjustendilska ru˘ˇcenica)
Snoˇsti si Rada pristana, mu˘ri, Last night Rada eloped
na edno momˇce daleˇcno. with a boy living far away.
Tri denja pu˘tja vu˘rvjali, mu˘ri, Three days they were on the road,
na ˇcetvu˘rtija stignali. on the fourth day they arrived.
Kaˇci se Rada, Rado ljo, mu˘ri, Rada climbed up
na visokite ˇcerdaci. to the high balcony
da vidi Rada majka si, mu˘ri, to see her mother,
majka si oˇste tatko si. her mother and her father.
Ne vidja Rada majka si, mu˘ri, Rada did not see her mother,
majka si, oˇste tatko si. her mother and her father.
Naj vidja beli gu˘lu˘bi, mu˘ri, All she saw were white doves,
beli gu˘lu˘bi fu˘rˇcaha. white doves flying.
Rada gu˘lu˘bi dumaˇse, mu˘ri: Rada said to the doves:
“Gu˘lu˘bi, kato fu˘rˇcite, “Doves, as you fly,
ne vidjahte li majka mi, mu˘ri, have you not seen my mother,
majka mi, oˇste tatko mi?” my mother and my father?”
Gu˘lu˘bi Rada dumaha, mu˘ri, The doves said to Rada,
“Rado ljo, bela Rado ljo, “Rada, fair Rada,
kato fu˘rˇcahme vidjahme, mu˘ri, as we were flying we saw
majka ti, oˇste tatko ti. your mother and your father.
Majka ti dvori meteˇse, mu˘ri, Your mother was sweeping the courtyard.
za tebe, Rado, plaˇceˇse. She was crying for you, Rada.
Tatko ti na stol sedeˇse, mu˘ri, Your father was sitting at the table.
ˇcerveno vino pijeˇse.” He was drinking red wine.”
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Sadi moma
/Sadi moma bela loza A girl planted a vine,
vinena, libe, vinena./ a white wine grape vine.
/Den ja sadi, dva se kaje For one day she planted, for two she
vinena, libe, vinena./ regretted
the white wine grape vine.
/Porasnala bela loza
vinena, libe, vinena./ The vine grew up,
the white wine grape vine.
/Napu˘lnila devet bu˘ˇcvi
su˘s vino, lele, su˘s vino,/ It filled nine barrels
with wine,
/I deseta bistra, ljuta
rakija, lele, rakija./ The tenth with clear, strong
rakija1.
/Nauˇcil se mlad soldatin
da pije, lele, da pije./ A young soldier learned
to drink.
/Pil e dva dni, pil e tri dni
nedelja, lele, nedelja./ He drank for two days, he drank for three days,
for a week.
/Ta si izpil vrano konˇce
pod sebe, lele, pod sebe./ He drank up his black horse
from under him.
1brandy made from grapes or plums
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Hodila mi je Bojana (Pravo)
Hodila mi je Bojana Bojana wandered
devet godini hajdutin. nine years as a hajduk.
Na deseta se sgodila On the tenth she became engaged
za Mirˇco mlada vojvoda. to the young chieftain Mirˇco.
Sednala mi je Bojana Bojana sat down
koprina da se prepreda, to spin silk,
tu˘nki darove da pravi to make fine wedding gifts
junaci da si daruva. to give to the warriors.
Mirˇco v gorata otiva Mirˇco went into the forest
druˇzina da si su˘bira. to gather the company.
Tam si go turci hvanali, There the Turks caught him.
vu˘v Tu˘rnovo go otkarva. They carried him off to Tu˘rnovo.
Kad se Bojana nauˇci, When Bojana learned of this,
zahvu˘rli kurtka srebu˘rna. she threw off the tunic of silver.
Obleˇci drehi junaˇski, She put on the garb of a warrior,
prepazja sabja frengija. belted on her sword of Frankish steel.
Cˇe si turcite nastigna She reached the Turks
i im glavite izrjaza. and cut off their heads.
Mirˇco Bojana dumaˇse: Mirˇco said to Bojana,
“Halal ti struva vojvodstvo.” “You are worthy of the chieftainship.”
Gjura beli belo platno (Pajduˇsko)
Gjura beli belo platno Gjura was bleaching white cloth
na rekata pod du˘rvoto. at the river under a tree.
Chorus:
/Ej he he he a ha ha ha
o ho ho ho i hi hi hi/
ps ps pˇs pˇs jihu!
/Promu˘kno ga, natopa ga./ She wrung it and soaked it.
Pa doteˇce mu˘tna voda And then muddy water came along
ta otvleˇce belo platno. and carried away the white cloth.
/Ohno Gjura za platnoto./ Gjura groaned for the cloth.
“Lele male za platnoto “Oh Mama, the cloth
ˇsto su˘m tkala tri godini.” that I spent three years weaving!”
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Tru˘gnala Rumjana
Tru˘gnala Rumjana za voda studena, lele Rumjana went for cool water
tru˘gnala Rumjana za voda studena
vse sutrin rano, po ladovina, lele, early each morning in the morning coolness,
vse veˇcer ku˘sno, po meseˇcina. late each evening in the moonlight.
Nasreˇsta ide edno ludo mlado, lele, Towards her came a young lad.
nasreˇsta ide edno ludo mlado.
Ta na Rumjana tihom govori, lele, He said quietly to Rumjana:
ta na Rumjana tihom govori:
“Ja kaˇzi, Rumjano, kakvo da ti storja, lele, “Tell me now, Rumjana, what shall I
ja kaˇzi, Rumjano, kakvo da ti storja? do to you?
Kitki da ti zema, drugi ˇste nabereˇs, lele, If I steal your flowers, you’ll just pick others.
kitki da ti zema, drugi ˇste nabereˇs.
Stomni da ti ˇsˇcupja, drugi ˇste si kupiˇs, If I break your jugs, you’ll buy yourself
lele, stomni da ti ˇsˇcupja, drugi ˇste si new ones,
kupiˇs, hem po-hubavi, hem po-ˇsareni, lele, even prettier and more colorful.
hem po-hubavi, hem po-ˇsareni.
Ja togaz, Rumjano, daj da te celuna, lele, So now, Rumjana, let me kiss you,
ja togaz, Rumjano, daj da te celuna,
ˇce celuvkata se s pari ne kupuva, lele, for a kiss cannot be bought with money.
ˇce celuvkata se s pari ne kupuva.
Cˇe celuvkata e mehlem na su˘rceto, lele, For a kiss is a salve for the heart,
ˇce celuvkata e mehlem na su˘rceto,
mehlem na su˘rceto, balsam na duˇsata, lele, a salve for the heart, a balm for the soul.”
mehlem na su˘rceto, balsam na duˇsata.”
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