Classy, carefree & smooth salsa/chachacha. Lead flute, Latin Classy, carefree & smooth salsa/chachacha. Lead flute, Latin percussion with cowbell & piano. Male choir & male singer @ 2'00.歌词
ES:
Coro 1: Por la vida voy echando pa'lante y nunca pa atras no no no
Sumando muchas amistades
Se me quitan los pesares
Porque la vida es una fiesta
Y siempre voy a celebrar
Por eso canto
Porque el que canta
sus males espanta
Esto no es casualidad
Enamorado de la vida
Mi tambor siempre me inspira
Y Poleo a mi me dice
Cucucucuprá, Cucucucuprá...
Mi abuelita así decía
Toca las maracas mi nieto
Con la santa trinidad
Repica maracas
Coro 2: Y nunca pa atras no no no
Donde estas tu camará?
Caminando por la vida
Deja tu huella al andar
Coro 1: Por la vida voy echando pa'lante y nunca pa atras no no no
EN:
Chorus 1: Through life I'm going forwards and never backwards no no no no
Adding many friendships
I'm taking away my sorrows
Because life is a party
And I'll always celebrate
That's why I sing
Because those who sing
Their evils scare away
This is no coincidence
In love with life
My drum always inspires me
And Poleo tells me
Cucucucucuprá, Cucucucucuprá...
My grandmother used to say
play the maracas my grandson
With the holy trinity
Play the maracas
Chorus 2: And never backwards no no no no
Where are you my friend?
Walking through life
Leave your footprint as you walk
Chorus 1: Through life I'm walking forward and never backwards no no no no
Alternate without vocal. Classy, carefree & smooth salsa/chachacha. Alternate without vocal. Classy, carefree & smooth salsa/chachacha. Lead flute, latin percussion with cowbell & piano. For exotic lounge & party.
Fulia con Conga (traditional Venezuelan rhythm). Unifying, spicy & Fulia con Conga (traditional Venezuelan rhythm). Unifying, spicy & extravert with a strong rootsy influence. Afro-Cuban percussion, male singer & choir. Full band with brass section @ 1'33.歌词
ES:
Hay ambiente en el escenario con el ritmo del tambor ya estoy gozando
La Fulia se presenta con su ritmo original
Va jugando con la clave
Repicando en el compás
Palo endoe
Tierra de tambor
Y con su sabor
Suena el campanario, san juan del congo
Prima cruzado y pujao
Van derrochando mello
La cultura de mi pueblo casi nadie la olvidao'
Tambores de libertad
Fue Curieto el precursor
desde 1721 esta sonando mi tambor
Hay ambiente en el escenario con el ritmo del tambor ya estoy gozando
Coro 1: Alcánzame si puedes que ya no ando a pie
Ahora si vengo rapidito
Montadito en TGV
Que lo baile todo el mundo,
Que lo goce el japonés
Desde Francia para el mundo
Voy cantado cheveré
La comparsa que es de Cuba
Sin barrera de cultura
Coro 2: que ya no ando a pie
Coro 3: oye no quiero cuento
Llegó el momento con Chaworó
Coro 4: esto no se va a parar esto sigue
Con la orquesta Chaworó
Coro 5: me llevo los tambores nos vemos después
Me llevo los tambores nos vemos después
EN:
There is an atmosphere on the stage with the rhythm of the drum I'm already enjoying it
La Fulia is presented with its original rhythm
Playing with the clave
Tapping on the beat
Palo endoe
Land of the drum
And with its flavor
Sounds the bell tower, san juan del congo
Prima cruzado and pujao
They go splurging melao
The culture of my people almost no one has forgotten it
Drums of freedom
Curieto was the precursor
Since 1721 my drum has been beating
There's an atmosphere on the stage with the rhythm of the drum I'm already enjoying it
Chorus 1: Reach me if you can I'm not walking anymore
Now I'm coming fast
I'm on a TGV
Let the whole world dance to it,
Let the Japanese enjoy it
From France to the world
I'm singing cheveré
The comparsa that is from Cuba
Without a barrier of culture
Chorus 2: I don't walk on foot anymore
Chorus 3: hey I don't want any stories
The time has come with Chaworó
Chorus 4: this is not going to stop this goes on
With the Chaworó orchestra
Chorus 5: I'll take the drums I'll see you later
I'll take the drums I'll see you later
Underscore version. Percussive, spicy & extravert with a strong Underscore version. Percussive, spicy & extravert with a strong rootsy influence. Fulia con Conga (traditional Venezuelan rhythm). Afro-Cuban percussion. Full band with brass section @ 1'33.
Upbeat. Lively & festive progressive Latin jazz with a touch of Cuban Upbeat. Lively & festive progressive Latin jazz with a touch of Cuban son. Latin percussion, piano, male vocals, choir & Cuban cuatro.歌词
ES:
Yo no tengo ni una cabra no tengo buey
y me vine caminando de Camagüey
caminé todo el sendero sin descansar
y solo me queda el cuero pa' trabajar
Cuando consiga un trabajo lo juro yo
iré a comprar una joya de la mejor
pa' llevarle al amor mio a la niña que
me tenia de amorio alla en Camagüey
Que yo no tengo, nada tengo
No tengo, nada tengo
Que yo no tengo, no tengoNo no tengo, no tengo
Que yo no tengo, no tengo
Ay lala lala lalala..
EN:
I don't even have a goat I don't have an ox
and I came walking from Camagüey
I walked all the way without resting
and I only have the leather left to work
When I get a job I swear I will
I'll go and buy a jewel of the best
to take to my love to the girl who had my love
I have a love affair with back in Camagüey
That I don't have, I don't have nothing
I don't have, I don't have anything
That I don't have, I don't haveI don't have, I don't have
That I don't have, I don't have
Ay lala lala lala lalala...
FR:
J’en ai rien (P Canzani)
Je ne même pas de chèvre j’ai pas de bœuf
Et je suis venu en marchant depuis Camagüey
J’ai marché tout le sentier sans aucun repos
Il ne me reste que la peau pour travailler
Quand je trouverai un travail je te le jure
J’irais acheter un bijou le plus beau
Pour l’offrir a mon amour la fille que
Me faisais tourner la tête la bas à Camagüey
Que je n’ai rien rien de rien
Que je n’ai rien je n’ai rien
Que je n’ai rien de rien
Non je n’ai rien je n’ai rien
Que je n’ai rien de rien
Underscore version. Upbeat. Lively & festive progressive Latin jazz Underscore version. Upbeat. Lively & festive progressive Latin jazz with a touch of Cuban son. Lead Cuban cuatro, Latin percussion & piano.
Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes sets out sharp melody, joined by happy mandolin sequence. Accordions join with contrasting legato and staccato notes, creating an uncertain atmosphere. Glassy, syncopated lead melody conveys uncertainness, like a deer on icy ground. Decisive chord structure provides feeling of hope. Dual mandolins play through a climbing scale, illustrating a fanciful scene. Reminiscent of dutch street organ music.
Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes sets out sharp melody, contrasted by legato strings and organ. Accordions join with sharp dual notes, creating an uncertain atmosphere. Decisive chord structure provides feeling of hope. Organs and harpsichords play alongside each other, illustrating an elaborate and fanciful scene. Reminiscent of dutch street organ music. Stripped back underscore version.
Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes sets out sharp melody, joined by happy mandolin sequence. Accordions join with long, drawn-out notes, creating an uncertain atmosphere. Glassy, syncopated lead melody conveys uncertainness, like a deer on icy ground. Decisive chord structure provides feeling of hope. Organs and accordion play alongside each other, illustrating an elaborate and fanciful scene. Reminiscent of dutch street organ music. Stripped back underscore version.
Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes Chirpy, jovial, dainty, adventurous. Sturdy piano with staccato notes sets out sharp melody, contrasting with legato strings and organ. Decisive chord structure provides feeling of hope. Organs and piano play alongside each other, joined by an accordion, illustrating an elaborate and fanciful scene. Reminiscent of dutch street organ music. Stripped back underscore version.
Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the late 50's & 60's. Danceable, Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the late 50's & 60's. Danceable, lively, positive & virtuoso. Solo piano.
Alternate vintage piano. Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the Alternate vintage piano. Boogie rock'n'roll in the spirit of the 60's. Danceable, lively, positive & virtuoso. Solo piano.
Bitter sweet salsa sung in spanglish. Male vocal, percussion, piano & Bitter sweet salsa sung in spanglish. Male vocal, percussion, piano & brass section.歌词
ES: He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. Oye salio? el sol Mucha gente motivada teniendo el control Hace falta la tierra pero aqui? estoy yo Mi tierra me llama, taking all for all So?lo pensarte me hace llorar, quiero regresar. So?lo pensarte me hace llorar, Quiero volver pa' vacilar He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama.
Take it slow, let it flow Form the east to the west coast. North and south,La cosa se pone mejor. Latinos hang out Tumbao con flow montuno y guaguanco Y el negro vacilo? So?lo pensarte me hace llorar, quiero regresar. So?lo pensarte me hace llorar, Quiero volver pa' vacilar He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. Oye, groove it baby Oye bailador, Sube que sube, que sube. I wanna go back, tengo ganas del volver a ver. Mi tierra me llama. Mi gente mi isla que me vio nacer. Mi tierra me llama. Cantar con mi familia que hace tiempo me ve. Mi tierra me llama. Todo esta listo, vacilando en el week end. Mi tierra me llama. So?lo pensarte me hace llorar. Mi tierra me llama. So?lo pensarte me hace llorar, Quiero volver pa' vacilar He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama. He mama, he mama, he mama mi tierra bella me llama.
EN: He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. Hey the sun is out Many motivated people being in control Missing the land but here I am My land is calling me, taking all for all Just the thought of you makes me cry, I want to come back. Just the thought of you makes me cry, I want to come back to dance He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. Take it slow, let it flow Form the east to the west coast. North and south, it gets better. Latinos hang out Tumbao with flow montuno and guaguanco And the black one danced Just the thought of you makes me cry, I want to come back. Just the thought of you makes me cry, I want to come back for a while He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. Hey, groove it baby Hey dancer, It goes up, it goes up. I wanna go back, I wanna see again. My land is calling me. My people my island that witnessed my birth. My land calls me. Singing with my family who have waited a long time to see me. My land calls me. Everything is ready, hesitating in the week end. My land calls me. Just the thought of you makes me cry. My land calls me. Just the thought of you makes me cry, I want to come back to dance He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me. He mama, he mama, he mama my beautiful land is calling me.
FR: Eh maman (x 3) Ma belle terre m’appelle Eh maman (x 3) Ma belle terre m’appelle E?coute, le soleil se le?ve Beaucoup de gens motive?s ont le contro?le Ma terre me manque, mais je suis ici Ma terre m’appelle, en prenant tout par tout Simplement d'y penser me fait pleurer J'ai envie de rentrer Simplement d'y penser me fait pleurer Je veux rentrer pour m'amuser Prenez votre temps, laisser couler De l'est a? la co?te ouest Nord et sud Tout commence a? devenir mieux Latinos "sortez" Tumbao avec du "flow" montuno guaguanco? Et le noir s'amuse Hey, bouge-toi ma petite Hey danseur Montez, montez Je veux rentrer Ma terre m’appelle Mon peuple de mon i?le, qui m'a vu nai?tre Ma terre m'appelle Chanter avec ma famille, on ne s'est pas vu depuis longtemps Ma terre m'appelle Tout est pre?t, on s'amuse tout le week-end Ma terre m'appelle Simplement d'y penser me fait pleurer J'ai envie de rentrer Simplement d'y penser me fait pleurer Je veux rentrer pour
Carefree & festive cha cha cha. Male vocal, horns, guitar & Carefree & festive cha cha cha. Male vocal, horns, guitar & percussion. 歌词
Sal de la playa mi amor
que yo te quiero llevar a gozar
el nuevo ritmo que hace furor
ponte tus zapatitos de charol
que toda la noche vamos a gozar
del cha-cha-cha
Te tienes que decidir
porque la orquesta ya va a comenzar
al son de maracas trompeta y bongo
música y dulces palabras de amor, mira
y el universo va girando al compas
del cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
Y báilalo bonito todo meneadito
con ese cuerpito aaay!
EN:
Get off the beach my love
that I want to take you to enjoy
the new rhythm that is making a buzz
put on your patent leather shoes
that all night long we will enjoy
the cha-cha-cha
You have to decide
because the orchestra is about to start
to the sound of trumpet and bongo maracas
music and sweet words of love, look
and the universe is turning to the compass
of the cha-cha-cha
Cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
cha-cha-cha
chara-chara-cha
And shake it beautifully all over
with that little body aaay!
Cha cha cha song. Uplifting & carefree. Male vocal, piano, horns, Cha cha cha song. Uplifting & carefree. Male vocal, piano, horns, bass & percussion.歌词
Yo tengo una historia bonita
Que me contó mi abuelita
Yo tengo una historia de pueblo
Que me contaba mi abuelo
La tierra en que nací, cuna hermosa del Caribe (x2)
Tierra de Jose Martin,
Ay todo daría por verte libre
Yo tengo una historia bonita
Que me contó mi abuelita
Yo tengo una historia de pueblo
Que me contaba mi abuelo
Por tus campos yo corrí, descubrí mil aventuras (x2)
Cuando te recuerdo así
Ay, el corazón se me arruga
Yo tengo una historia bonita
Que me contó mi abuelita
Yo tengo una historia de pueblo
Que me contaba mi abuelo
Tengo una historia bonita (x3)
Yo tengo una historia bonita...
Yo tengo una historia bonita
Que me contó mi abuelita
Yo tengo una historia de pueblo
Que me contaba mi abuelo
EN:
I have a nice story
That my grandmother told me
I have a village history
That my grandfather used to tell me
The land where I was born, beautiful cradle of the Caribbean (x2)
Land of Jose Martin,
Oh, I' d give anything to see you free
I have a nice story
That my grandmother told me
I have a village history
That my grandfather used to tell me
Through your fields I ran, I discovered a thousand adventures (x2)
When I remember you like this
Oh, my heart is wrinkling
I have a nice story
That my grandmother told me
I have a village history
That my grandfather used to tell me
I have a nice story (x3)
I have a nice story...
I have a nice story
That my grandmother told me
I have a village history
That my grandfather used to tell me
FR:
J'ai une belle histoire
Que me racontait ma petite grand mère
J'ai une histoire de village
Que me racontait mon grand père
La terre ou je suis né, berceau merveilleux des caraïbes,
La terre de Jose Martin,
Aie je donnerait tout pour te voir libre
Cherchant la passion, j'ai couru, j'ai découvert l'aventure,
Pour ton temps j'ai couru
Quant je me souviens de toi comme ça
Aie, mon coeur se brise
Salsa pop. Joyful & lively. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, brass Salsa pop. Joyful & lively. Sung in Spanish. Male singer, brass section feat trombone, & latin rhythm.歌词
Cada mañana despierto buscando tu olor
Pero la brisa se fue con lo que quedo
Entiende
Si tú no estás mi alma muere
Te quiero sueño deseo
estar contigo una vez mas
Sigo pensando en ti
cada minuto más.
Ya no puedo seguir
Si tú no estás aquí
Sigo pensando en ti
cada minuto más.
cada minuto más.
Sigo pensando en ti
Sigo pensando en ti
es que no puedo evitarlo
ya no sé ni cómo lograrlo
Sigo pensando en ti
Es que te quiero
Te sueño
Te deseo
Pero no te veo
Sigo pensando en ti
Si de verdad somos tal para cual
Dejemos todo atrás
Sigo pensando en ti
Ahora empecemos de cero
tú sabes que te quiero
EN:
Every morning I wake up looking for your smell
But the breeze left with what was left
Understand
If you are not there my soul dies
I love you I dream I desire
to be with you once more
I still think about you
every minute more.
I can't go on anymore
If you are not here
I still think about you
every minute more.
every minute more.
I keep thinking about you
I still think about you
I just can't help it
I don't even know how to do it anymore
I still think about you
I love you
I dream of you
I wish you
But I don't see you
I still think about you
If we really are meant for each other
Let's leave everything behind
I still think about you
Now let's start from scratch
you know I love you
Aunque el tiempo haya pasado
Yo sigo enamorisquiao'
Esta no es una canción común y corriente
Quiero confesarle al mundo y a toda la gente
Esto no es un secreto lo que vengo a contarte
Mantener el amor vivo es una obra de arte
Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso
Amor de tu lado no hago ningún esfuerzo...
Enamorisquiao'(x6)
Aunque el tiempo haya pasado
Yo sigo enamorisquiao'
(Dímelo)
Amarse en la vida es imprevisible
Dinero sin amor de nada te sirve
Prefiero de tu lado estar sin riqueza
El oro de tu sonrisa me la regresa
Pero quiero amor que sepas con este verso
Amor de tu lado no hago ningún esfuerzo...
Enamorisquiao'(x6)
Aunque el tiempo haya pasado
Yo sigo enamorisquiao
Enamorisquiao'(x6)
EN:
In love'(x6)
Even though time has passed
I'm still in love'.
This is no ordinary song
I want to confess to the world and to all the people
This is not a secret what I come to tell you
Keeping love alive is a work of art
But I want you to know with this verse
Love on your side I make no effort...
In love'(x6)
Even though time has passed
I'm still in love'.
(Tell me)
Loving each other in life is unpredictable
Money without love is of no use to you
I prefer to be on your side without wealth
The gold of your smile returns it to me
But I want you to know with this verse
Love on your side I make no effort...
In love'(x6)
Even though time has passed
I'm still in love
In love'(x6)
FR:
Amoureux(x6)
Même si le temps est passé
Je suis toujours Amoureux
Je veux confier au monde et à tous les gens,
Ce que je vais vous raconter n'est pas un secret,
Maintenir l'amour vivant est une œuvre d'art
Mon amour je veux que tu saches avec ces mots
L'amour nouveau à tes côtés est sans effort
S'aimer dans la vie est imprévisible
L'argent sans amour ne te sert à rien
Je préfère être à tes côtés sans richesse
L'or de ton sourire me la donne...
Negro chombo me dicen
Por q soy mulato oscuro
Tengo la bemba colora
Y tengo el pelo bien duro
Si si si negros hay muchos
Unos mas claros
y otros inmensamente oscuros
Pero mi vieja deci?a que como chombo ninguno
Yo soy un negro bembón
hijo de negro rumbero
Me gusta el ron y el vacilo?n
por que a papa le gustó primero
El negrito se fue pa la rumba
Y papa le gustó primero
Esa fue su decisio?n
Y a papa le gustó primero
Ese tipo era un loco
Y ya lo tengo pillao
Igualito a su papa?
Hijo e tigre sale pintao
El negrito se fue pa la rumba
Y papa le gustó primero
Esa fue su decisio?n
Y a papa le gustó primero
Hijo de negro rumbero
Y papa le gustó primero
Le gusta el ron las mujeres y vacilo?n
Y a papa le gustó primero
EN:
Black chombo they call me
Cause I'm a dark mulatto
I have the bemba colora
And I have very hard hair
Yes yes yes black there are many
Some more clear
and others immensely dark
But my old lady said that as a chombo, no one
I am a black bembón
son of black rumbero
I like rum and party
because daddy liked it first
The black guy went to the party
And Dad liked it first
That was his decision
And Dad liked it first
That guy was a crazy
And I got him, I got him
Just like his father
Son of a tiger comes out painted
The black guy went to the party
And Dad liked it first
That was his decision
And Dad liked it first
Son of black rumbero
And Dad liked it first
Likes rum women and parties
And Dad liked it first
FR:
"Chombo le noir" ils m'appellent
Parce que je suis mula?tre fonce?
J'ai la bouche colore?e
Et j’ai la peau bien dure
Oui oui oui, il y a beaucoup de Noirs
Quelques uns plus clairs
Et d'autres d’autres extre?mement fonce?s
Mais ma me?re m'a dit que comme "Chombo le noir" aucun !
Je suis un "noir bembon"
Fils d'un noir fe?tard
J’aime bien le rhum et m'amuser
Parce qu’a? mon pe?re l'a plu en premier
Le petit noir est alle? a? la rumba
Et a? papa lui a plu en premier
C'e?tait sa de?cision
Et a? papa lui a plu en premier
Ce gars e?tait un fou
Je l’ai entre les yeux
Tout comme son pe?re
Fils du tigre va avec ses rayures
Le noir est alle? a? rumba
Et a? papa lui a plu en premier
C'e?tait sa de?cision
Et a? papa lui a plu en premier
Fils de fe?tard noir
Et a? papa lui a plu premier
Il aime les femmes et le rhum et s’amuser
Et a? papa lui a plu en premier
Playful, reflective, relaxed. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with Playful, reflective, relaxed. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with positive piano, tuba and upbeat, propulsive drums are joined by bright trumpet melodies. Laid-back and lighthearted jazz with a chilled, reflective yet confident and celebratory feel.
Playful, reflective, relaxed. Stripped back underscore version. Playful, reflective, relaxed. Stripped back underscore version. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with positive piano, upbeat, propulsive drums are joined by bright trumpet melodies. Laid-back and lighthearted jazz with a chilled, reflective yet confident and celebratory feel.
Playful, reflective, relaxed. Solo piano version. Old-timey vintage Playful, reflective, relaxed. Solo piano version. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with positive piano. Laid-back and lighthearted jazz with a chilled, reflective yet confident and celebratory feel.
Playful, reflective, relaxed. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with Playful, reflective, relaxed. Old-timey vintage vinyl crackle FX with positive piano, tuba and upbeat, propulsive drums are joined by bright trumpet melodies. Laid-back and lighthearted jazz with a chilled, reflective yet confident and celebratory feel.
Typical cha cha cha. Lively, exotic & smiling with a cheesy touch. Typical cha cha cha. Lively, exotic & smiling with a cheesy touch. Latin combo with percussion & brass section.
Underscore. Typical cha cha cha. Lively, exotic & smiling with a Underscore. Typical cha cha cha. Lively, exotic & smiling with a cheesy touch. Latin combo with percussion.
Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, Song sung in French. 30's & 40's. Funny & bouncy. Male singer, piano, fllute & rhythm.歌词
Les jambes des femmesSont des ciseauxElles tranchent la vieEn petits morceauxComme des becs d’oiseaux enivrésVolant au-dessus de la mer Moi j’aime avoir les pieds sur terreRacines au sol et tête en l’airPour contempler le ciel d’azurEt le spectacle de ces fruits murs Les mains des femmesDes papillonsElles parlent et jouentCaressent aussiElles sont des griffes de lionnes sauvagesTiennent la vie Et les hommes aussi Ma chère MadeleineN’est pas comme çaDe ces dix doigts M’étreint le cœurSes belles gambettesSont toujours prêtes Pour une ballade A bicyclette
English translation : Les Jambes des Femmes Ladies’s legs Are scissorsThey cut life upInto little piecesLike beaks of drunken birdsFlying over the sea
Myself, I like having my feet on the groundRooted to the soil and my head in the cloudsTo contemplate the azur skyAnd the spectacle of ripened fruits Ladies’ handsAre butterfliesThey talk and playAnd caress They are the claws of wild lionessesGripping lifeAnd, at the same time, men My dear MadeleineIs that not howThese ten fingersTighten my heartHer beautiful legsAre always
Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Song sung in French. Historical song. First World War.1917. Dramatic. Male singer & accordion.歌词
Quand au bout d'huit jours, le r'pos terminé, On va r'prendre les tranchées, Notre place est si utile Que sans nous on prend la pile. Mais c'est bien fini, on en a assez, Personn' ne veut plus marcher, Et le cœur bien gros, comm' dans un sanglot On dit adieu aux civ'lots. Même sans tambour, même sans trompette, On s'en va là-haut en baissant la tête. Adieu la vie, adieu l'amour, Adieu toutes les femmes. C'est bien fini, c'est pour toujours, De cette guerre infâme. C'est à Craonne, sur le plateau, Qu'on doit laisser sa peau Car nous sommes tous condamnés Nous sommes les sacrifiés !Huit jours de tranchées, huit jours de souffrance, Pourtant on a l'espérance Que ce soir viendra la r'lève Que nous attendons sans trêve. Soudain, dans la nuit et dans le silence, On voit quelqu'un qui s'avance, C'est un officier de chasseurs à pied, Qui vient pour nous remplacer. Doucement dans l'ombre, sous la pluie qui tombe Les petits chasseurs vont chercher leurs tombes.
English translation : Craonne Song When at the end of a week's leaveWe go back to the trenches, Our place there is so usefulThat without us we'd get a thrashing.But now it’s finished we've had enoughNobody wants to march anymore.And with hearts downcast with sobs,We're saying good-bye to the civilians, Even without drum or trumpetWe're heading up there with lowered heads. Good-bye to life, good-bye to love, Good-bye to all you women, It's finished, and foreverwe've had it for good with this awful war.It's in Craonne up on the plateau That we're leaving our skins,'Cause we've all been sentenced to die. We're the ones that they're sacrificing A week in the trenches, a week of suffering, And yet we still have hopeThat tonight the relief will come That we keep waiting for.Suddenly in the silent night We hear someone approachIt's an infantry officer Who's coming to take over from us. Quietly in the shadows as the rain fallsThe poor soldiers go in search of their graves Those who’ve got the dough, they will come back'Cause it's for them that we're dying. Now it’s finished, 'cause all us poor soldiers Are going to go on strike. It'll be your turn, fat cats, To go up onto the plateau. And if you want war, Then pay for it with your own skins. On the grand boulevards it's hard to watch All the fat cats whooping it up For them life is good But for us it's not the same Instead of hiding, all these shirkers Would do better by going up to the trenches To defend what they have, because we have nothing All of us poor wretches All our comrades are buried there Defending the wealth of these gentlemen here
Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. Solo accordion.
Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World Instrumental version, no voice. France. Historic song. First World War 1917. Nostalgic. Solo accordion.
Positive, carefree, light. Bright classical guitar melodies weave Positive, carefree, light. Bright classical guitar melodies weave with upbeat shakers in this heartwarming, traditional latin cue. Lively, energetic and dynamic Venezuelan folk with a lighthearted, whimsical feel.
