Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La dansa dels fadrins, artist - L'Ham de Foc. Album song Cançó De Dona I Home, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Record label: Sonifolk
Song language: Catalan
La dansa dels fadrins(original) |
Eh! |
On vas quan el negre ha mullat |
Quand ha mullat les banyes del bou? |
Eh! |
On vas ara que el verd del pou |
S´haura enlluernat de foscor? |
Eh! |
On vas ara que el cuc s’adorm |
Que el cuc s’adorm, agulles de pi? |
Eh! |
On vas en cresol apagat |
Que has espantat la son del capçal? |
On aniràs amb el diable a l’aguait? |
Queda’t ací al meu llit, a vora’l foc |
Eh! |
On vas amb la capa a les mans? |
Les mans a la capa pa’l cec |
Eh! |
Tenint una verge de blanc |
Senyal seria fer-la esperar |
On aniràs amb el diable a l’aguait? |
Queda’t ací al meu llit, a vora´l foc |
El qui anuncia l’albor duu porpra |
Corona en nacre i argent festejant noces |
I les espurnes resten apagades al seu bressol de foc |
I el vi negre que han vessat ha beneit la carn |
Eh! |
On vas, fugisser de l’amor |
L’amor i la copa de vi? |
Eh! |
Daurades les claus per el pany |
Tan fort premudes et fan sang |
I mentres el llum empoqueix la teua faç |
Fora fan danses el fadrins |
(translation) |
Eh! |
Where do you go when the black is wet |
When did you wet the horns of the ox? |
Eh! |
Where are you going now that the green of the well |
Have you been dazzled by darkness? |
Eh! |
Where are you going now that the worm is falling asleep? |
That the worm is falling asleep, pine needles? |
Eh! |
Where you go in cresol off |
What scared you to sleep? |
Where are you going with the devil on the lookout? |
Stay here in my bed by the fire |
Eh! |
Where do you go with the cloak in your hands? |
Blindfolded |
Eh! |
Having a white virgin |
Signal would be to make her wait |
Where are you going with the devil on the lookout? |
Stay here in my bed by the fire |
The one who announces the dawn is purple |
Wreath in mother-of-pearl and silver celebrating wedding |
And the sparks are extinguished in his cradle of fire |
And the red wine they have shed has blessed the flesh |
Eh! |
Go away, run away from love |
Love and a glass of wine? |
Eh! |
Golden keys for the lock |
So hard pressed you make blood |
And while the light pokes your face |
The groomsmen dance outside |