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Originalno

Cinq Chansons Folkloriques D'Guadeloupe. Sheet Music. SSA. SSA. Electo Silva.

Prevod

Pet ljudskih pesmi v Guadeloupe. Sheet Music. SSA. SSA. Electo Silva.

Originalno

A wonderful set of five folksongs with French lyrics, your choir will find these easy to learn and your audience will find them a pleasure to listen to. SSA A Cappella. Pitit an moin. My Little Child. When my child asks me to give him milk, I give him something good to eat. Sleep, little one. your father is gond. Your lonely mother is in misery. Your lonely mother must hurry now. Dou manman. Dear Mother. Dear mother, do you remember when you hugged me. Every night the good Lord made me fall asleep. Father is leaving with his canoe to fish in the blue sea of Miquelan. The radio has announced a cyclone. Vakans’ rive. Vacation is Starting. This song tells of the children. Ro and Fanot. flying a kite, hiding behind a tree, betting marbles, eating sugarcane juice, looking for firewood, walking on stilts, and cooking mollusks. Papillon vole. Fly, Butterfly. The carnival has come. Everyone hurries to see the masks. The dance will be starting soon with the first sound of music. We will fly like butterflies. Vaval. Carnival. Carnival, do not leave us. Our life is hard. We have come for singing and dancing.

Prevod

Čudovit niz petih ljudskih pesmi s francoskimi besedili, bo vaš zbor našli to enostaven za učenje in svoje občinstvo jim bo našel užitek poslušati. SSA Cappella. Pitit moin. My Little Child. Ko me je moj otrok prosi, da mu mleka, mu dam nekaj dobrega za pojest. Spanec, malček. Tvoj oče je gond. Tvoja mama je osamljen v bedi. Vaš osamljena mati mora pohiteti zdaj. Dou MANTovornjaki. Draga mati. Draga mati, se spomniš, ko si me objel. Vsak večer dobri Bog me je zaspati. Oče odhaja s svojo kanu za ribolov v modrem morju Miquelan. Radio je napovedal ciklon. Vakans’ rive. Dopust se začenja. Ta pesem govori o otrocih. Ro in Fanot. ki plujejo kite, ki se skriva za drevesom, stave frnikole, jedo soka sladkornega trsa, ki iščejo drva, hoja na hoduljah in kuhanje školjk. Ki plujejo metulj. Fly, Butterfly. Karneval je prišel. Vsakdo pohiti, da si ogledate maske. Ples se bo kmalu se začne s prvim zvokom glasbe. Bomo letijo kot metulji. Vaval. Carnival. Karneval, ne pustite nas. Naše življenje je težko. Prišli smo do petja in plesa.