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      05/08/2016

      Konfetochki Baranochki

      Gypsy Lyrics, In Russian, Traditional 3 Replies

      Traditional russian gypsy song.

      Moskva zlatoglavnaia Zvon kolokolov
      Tsarpushka dershav naia A romat pirogov

      Konfetki baranochki Slovno lebedi sanochki
      Ekh vy koni zaletnye Slyshna pesn’ sobluchka
      Gimnazistki rumianye ot moroza chut’
      Pianye gratsino sbi vaiut Rykhlyi sneg s kab luchka

      Pomniu troika udaluiu Vspyshki dal’nikh zamits
      Tvoiu pozu ustaluiu Trepet dlinnykh resnits

      Vsyo proshlo, vyso umchalosia V nevosvratnuiu dal’
      Nichevo ne ostalosia Lish’ toska ne pechal

      Konfetki baranochki Slovno lebedi sanochki
      Ekh vy koni zaletnye Slyshna pesn’ sobluchka
      Gimnazistki rumianye ot moroza chut’
      Pianye gratsino sbi vaiut Rykhlyi sneg s kab luchka

      Translation:

      Moscow with its Golden donmes, the sound of its bells
      The mighty Tsar cannon gleams and the bakery’s smells

      Sweet candies and tasty rolls and the sleds look just like white swans
      Oh your horses go flying by and the coachman’s song rings
      Oh your rosie cheeks high school girls almost drunk from the frost air
      How you gracefuly brush away the loose snow from your heels
      Oh the troika I can’t forget,

      Lightning flashing afar
      When fatigue overwhelmed you, dear,
      Trembling eyelashes there

      All is past, all has blown away
      Nevermore to return
      There is nothing that’s left behind
      Only sadness and woe

      11/01/2011

      Dorogoy Dlinnoyu (Those where the days)

      Gypsy Lyrics, In Russian, Traditional, Translated 1 Reply

      The title of this traditional russian song which russian gypsies consider theyrs, means “all along a long path”. Written by Boris Fomin (1900-1948) with words by the poet Konstantin Podrevskii, this song became famous thanks to its appearence in The Brothers Karamazov’ (1958) performed by Maria Schell. Here performed by Alexander Menshikov.

      Dorogoy Dlinnoyu
      Yehali na troyke s bubentsami,
      A vdali mel’kali ogon’ki.
      Mne b seichas, sokoliki, za vami,
      Dushu bi razveyat’ ot toski.

      Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch’yu lunnoyu,
      Da s pesney toy, chto vdal’ letit, zvenya,
      I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
      Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…

      Tak zhiv’a bez radosti, bez muki
      Pomnyu ya ushedshiye goda
      I tvoi serebryanie ruki
      V troyke, uletevshey navsegda…

      Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch’yu lunnoyu,
      Da s pesney toy, chto vdal’ letit, zvenya,
      I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
      Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…

      Dni begut, pechali umnozhaya,
      Mne tak trudno proshloe zabit’.
      Kak-nibud’ odnazhdi, dorogaya,
      Vi menya svezete horonit’.

      Dorogoy dlinnoyu, da noch’yu lunnoyu,
      Da s pesney toy, chto vdal’ letit, zvenya,
      I s toy starinnoyu, toy semistrunnoyu.
      Chto po nocham tak muchila menya…

      The long road (Translation)
      They were riding in a troika with bells,
      and in the distance there were glimmering lights.
      I’d rather go now with you, my dears,
      I’d rather distract my soul from the yearning.

      [Chorus]
      Along a long road, and on a moonlit night,
      And with that song that flies away with jingle-jangle,
      And with that ancient, seven-stringed one (guitar)
      That tortured me so much at nights…

      Living this way, without joy, without torture,
      I do remember the past years
      and your silvery hands
      in a troika that flew away forever….

      But it turns out our song was futile,
      In vain we burned night in and night out.
      If we have finished with the old,
      Then those nights have also left us!

      The days run on, multiplying the sorrows,
      it is so hard for me to forget the past.
      Some day, my dear,
      you shall take me to bury (dead hero to the cemetery)

      Out into our native land, and by new paths,
      We have been fated to go now!
      …You rode on a troika with sleigh bells,
      [But] you’ve long since passed by!

      10/15/2011

      Na Khelav, Na Gilavav

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional No Reply

      Macedonian romani song performed by kef balkan ensamble.

      Na Khelav, Na Gilavav
      Na khelav, na gilavav,
      Mi sudbina me žalinav,

      So kerdžum e Devleske,
      Man terne tele ke peske. (x2)

      Chorus:
      Abre Devla, so kere,
      Me sem terno man ma tu tele. (x2)

      O tekije me pirdžum,
      Mange leko na rakljum,

      Nasvalipe baro isi man,
      Lestar terno me ka merav. (x2)

      Chorus

      Duša me (da) ka tsidav,
      Amane ti ačavav,

      Sa o Roma ne ka pijen,
      Pale mande te na roven. (x2)

      Chorus

      Translation

      I don’t dance, I don’t sing,
      My fate is sad,
      What did I do, God,
      That you took me so young?

      What did you do, God?
      I am too young for you to take me.

      I walk near the mosques,
      I can’t find a cure for myself,
      I am very sick,
      From this I will die young.

      My soul will die,
      I will depart,
      And the Roma won’t drink,
      Behind my back they won’t cry.

      • Lyrics from www.dunav.org.il/
      10/06/2011

      Mamko moja

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      Traditional folk song performed by Sarisanci

      Mamko moja
      Mamko moja ja še vam už vydam,
      bo me pita z poza huri cigan,
      a či ja ce zato vychovala,
      žeby ja ce za cigana dala.

      Mamko moja mne se cigan paci,
      bo cigan ma kucerave vlasy,
      mamko moja mne se cigan lubi,
      bo cigan ma sumne bile zuby.

      Mamko moja a to neje šicko,
      bo ja čekam od cigana dzecko,
      a či ja ce za to vychovala,
      žeby ja ce za cigana dala.

      09/26/2011

      Tsumajle

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional No Reply

      Natasha Udovikova performing the Romani song ‘Tsumajle’ with her group.

      Tsumajle

      A shoven tu me romale
      sarvo pa kargilji,
      sarka melmange romale
      tedjavle skiromnji,
      meromnjasha djava tut cumajlej,
      tejki nes bravinia but
      cumajlej,cumajlej

      Lolinjica silachi
      cumajlej,cumajlej
      akubistra sizhuzhi cumajlej,
      saradjes me sambutvi cumajlej,
      meromnji shukar djumli
      cumajlej,cumajlej

      Utkamena smandarja cumajlej,
      adji mange odenja cumajlej,
      sika djavo mange dro cumajlej,
      djavko tepa chirorom
      cumajlej,cumajlej

      Andro parnje loluchica
      cumajlej,cumajlej
      kinde smange papuchica cumajlej,
      shtar par ravotkinglas cumajlej,
      aje pormo chumidas
      cumajlej,cumajlej.

      A shoven tu me romale
      sarvo pa kargilji,
      sarka melmange romale
      tedjavle skiromnji,
      meromnjasha djava tut cumajlej,
      tejki nes bravinia but
      cumajlej,cumajlej

      Lolinjica silachi
      cumajlej,cumajlej
      akubistra sizhuzhi cumajlej,
      saradjes me sambutvi cumajlej,
      meromnji shukar djumli
      cumajlej,cumajlej.

      09/18/2011

      Kaleš Bre Anđo

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional No Reply

      From the tale of “Kalesh Anga,” a Macedonian Christian girl who the Turkish lord is trying to convert to Islam…singed by Esma Redzepova

      Kaleš Bre Anđo

      ‘Ajde, slušaj, slušaj,
      Kaleš bre Anđo,
      Što tambura sviri,

      Tamburata sviri ,
      Kaleš bre Anđo,
      Ti da se poturčiš.

      ‘Ajde, slušaj, slušaj,
      Kaleš bre Anđo,
      Što tambura sviri.

      Translation

      Come, listen, listen,
      Kalesh Anga,
      What the tambura is playing.

      The tambura is playing
      Kalesh Anga,
      That you will be Turkish.

      Come, listen, listen,
      Kalesh Anga,
      What the tambura is playing.

      • Lyrics provided by Mónica Roncon
      09/14/2011

      Omu’ bun n-are noroc

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional No Reply

      Performed by Gabi Lunca, diva of romanian gypsy music, and her husband, Ion Onoriu (acordion), who died in 1997.
      Her songs are usually about pain and the yearning of love. I guess mamaliga comes form this song or viceversa, the lyrics at the end are missing. I’ll have to investigate more about this issue…

      Omu’ bun n-are noroc
      Verde, Verde siminoc, ta da da da
      Omul bun n-are noroc, ta da da da
      Ca omu’ am fost si eu, ta da da da
      Dar norocu’ mi-a fost rau, ta da da da

      Ai, dorul vine, si sta la mine
      Io-l dau afara, el vine iara…

      Norocu’ nu creste -n vale, ta da da da
      Si nu-l are orisicare, ta da da da
      El nu creste langa drum, ta da da da
      Si nu-l are omul bun, ta da da da

      Hai…dorul vine..ci sta la mine
      Io-l dau afara, el vine iara…

      Fata mamii, fii cuminte, ta da da da
      Ca norocu’ nu se vinde, ta da da da
      Ca de s-ar vinde norocu’
      El s-ar gasi pe tot locu’

      Ai mo romale, ai mo chavale

      *In this song the mother advises her dougther, who doesn’t understand why she should mourn: “Happyness cannot be bought, for then anyone might gain his happyness with money”.

      09/09/2011

      Ne Budite/Solnyshko

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional No Reply

      Sasha & Vadim Kolpakov with Etienne Abelin and the profact choir in a resurgence of Russian Rroma (gypsy) choir music in the Festspielhaus. This song is considered the russian romani anthem.

      Ne Budite/Solnyshko – Sunshine/Little Sunrise

      O-o-o-oj ne budite to men man molodogo
      Aj poka solnyshko, romale, ne vzojdet

      A-a-a a-a-a aj lyuba da lyuli chyachyo da ne…
      Aj poka solnyshko, romale, ne vzojdet

      O-o-o-oj denti denti syvo neske volya
      E vylydzhyan Pe baht, pe dolya.

      A-a-a a-a-a aj lyuba da lyuli chyachyo da ne…
      E vylydzhyan Pe baht, pe dolya.

      O-o-o-oj, my katalis romale na prolyotke
      Aj, Kolka s krayu, a my v seryodke

      A-a-a a-a-a aj lyuba da lyuli chyachyo da ne…
      Aj, Kolka s krayu, a my v seryodke

      A-a-a a-a-a aj lyuba da lyuli chyachyo da ne…
      Aj poka solnyshko, romale, ne vzojdet

      09/04/2011

      Maruska

      Gypsy Lyrics, Traditional 1 Reply

      Traditional song performed by Olivera Katrina, Serbian actress and singer. Her major success was in Aleksandar Petrović’s I Even Met Happy Gypsies, nominated, among others for Best Foreign-Language film at the 26th Golden Globe Awards. Is also known as “the only woman Salvador Dali was kneeling in front of.”

      Maruska

      Kotohtorin duj phabaja chaje barjona
      mekhma te dolavlen te barjaravelen
      ka lava tut chaje mori lele aj merav
      avereske chaje mori me tut mekhav

      Maruska Maruska gudli sijan kruska
      me ka dandarav tut romnjake ka lav tut

      Svako dive djakerav tut pajese te aves
      te puchav tut chaje mori romnjake te lav tut
      kad dikhava kad nakheja tu man mudareja
      manca kad pheneja chaje tu man vorbi leja

      Maruska gudli sijan sar kruska
      me ka dandarav tut romnjake ka lavtut

      Savi terni savi suzi chaje sijan tu
      blago lese ko ka lel tut samo te dikhel tut
      ja lava tut chaje mori lele aj merav
      averese chaje mori me tut mekhav

      Maruska gudli sijan sar kruska
      me ka dandarav tut romnjake ka lavtut

      Maruskaaaaaaaaaaaaa . . . .

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