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Tourdion
02:16
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Quand je bois du vin clairet,
Ami tout tourne, tourne, tourne, tourne...
Aussi désormais je bois
Anjou ou Arbois.
Chantons et buvons:
À ce flacon faisons la guerre!
Chantons et buvons
Mes amis; buvons donc!
De ce gras jambon
Mangeons pour oublier nos peines!
De ce gras jambon
Mes amis, mangeons donc!
Chantons et buvons:
Vive l'amour et la bouteille!
Chantons et buvons
Mes amis; buvons donc!
When I drink claret (Bordeaux) wine
My friend, everything turns, turns, turns, turns...
Now, I also drink
Anjou or Arbois.
Let's sing and drink:
Let's declare war on that wine flask!
Let's sing and drink
My friends; let's drink, then!
From that fatty ham
Let's (all) eat to forget our sorrows!
From that fatty ham
My friends, let's eat, then!
Let's sing and drink:
Long life to love and the bottle!
Let's sing and drink
My friends; let's drink, then!
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Oxford
01:43
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Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
And send your fears away:
News from the region of the skies —
A Savior’s born today!
Jesus, the God whom angels fear,
Comes down to dwell with you...
Today He makes His entrance here,
But not as monarchs do.
No gold nor purple swaddling bands,
Nor royal shining things,
A manger for His cradle stands,
And holds the King of kings.
Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,
And see His humble throne,
With tears of joy in all your eyes,
Go shepherds, kiss the Son.
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Feathered Dove
05:03
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O were I like a feathered dove
And innocence had wings
I’d fly and make a long remove
From all these restless things
Let me to some wild desert go
And find a peaceful home
Where storms of malice never blow
Temptations never come
Vain hopes and vain inventions all
To ‘scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God on whom I call
Can save me here as well
By morning light I’ll seek his face
At noon repeat my cry
The night shall hear me ask His grace
Nor will he long deny
God shall preserve my soul from fear
Or shield me when afraid
Ten thousand angels must appear
If He command their aid
I cast my burdens on the Lord
The Lord sustains them all
My courage rests upon his word
That saints shall never fall
Isaac Watts
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4. |
Un Vi Vantate
02:19
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5. |
Io Mi Son Giovinetta
02:32
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«Io mi son giovinetta,
e rido e canto alla stagion novella»,
cantava la mia dolce pastorella,
quando subitamente
a quel canto il cor mio
cantò, quasi augellin vago e ridente:
«Son giovinetto anch’io,
e rido e canto alla gentil e bella
primavera d’Amore
che ne’ begli occhi tuoi fiorisce». Ed ella:
«Fuggi, se saggio sei (disse) l’ardore,
fuggi, ch’in questi rai
primavera per te non sarà mai».
“I am a young girl, and I laugh and sing
to the new season.”
Thus sang my lovely shepherdess,
When my heart suddenly
Spread its wings like a bird,
All lightness and laughter,
It sang in this way:
“I am also a young man,
And I rejoice and sing to the more
beautiful Spring of Love
That blossoms in her eyes”, and she said:
“Fly if you are wise, the passion
In the beams of this
Spring will never be for you!”
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Dragana i Slaveya
02:58
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Dragana sat in her garden under a rose bush, embroidering and singing. A nightingale perched above her and said,‘Keep singing, Dragana. If you can outsing me, cut off my wings. If I win, I’ll cut off your hair.’ But Dragana sang even more beautifully than the nightingale. The bird pleaded, ‘I have young chicks in my nest. Don’t chop off my wings,chop off my legs instead.’ Dragana replied, ‘Nightingale, I don’t need to chop off anything. It is prize enough to have outsung you.’
credits
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7. |
U Poju Se, Mala
02:45
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U poju se mala (x3)
Narančica vije
Nit' od vitraj, mala (x3)
Nit' od sunca žarka
Već divojka, mala (x3)
Od velika jada
Što je mati mala (x3)
Za udovca daje
In the meadow is, little, an orange tree swaying.
Neither from the wind, little, nor from the scorching sun.
But it is a maiden, little, (swaying) from the great sorrow.
Because her mother, little, is giving her to a widower.
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Hush!
03:35
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Hush!
Golden Gate Quartet
Soon, one morning
Death comes a creeping in the room
Crying O my lord, What shall I do?
(Now brother won't you)
Hush, hush!
Somebody's calling my name!
Crying O my lord, What shall I do?
(Now you may)
Call, for your mother
But your mother Can't do you no good
Crying O my lord, What shall I do?
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9. |
Nothing But The Water
02:37
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I have seen what man can do
When the evil lives inside of you
Many are the weak and the strong are few
But with the water we'll start anew
Won't you take me down to the levee
Take me down to the stream
Take me down to the water
We're gonna wash our souls clean
Take me down to the river
Take me down to the lake
Yes, we'll all go together
We're gonna do it for the good Lord's sake
I have fallen so many times
For the Devil's sweet, cunning lies
This old world has brought me pain
But, there's hope for me again
Won't you take me down to the levee
Take me down to the stream
Take me down to the water
We're gonna wash our souls clean
Take me…
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Paradise
03:22
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I know that my Redeemer lives,
I have a home in glory,
What comfort this sweet sentence gives,
I have a home in glory,
O glory, O glory,
There's room enough in Paradise,
To have a home in glory.
Come on my partners in distress,
We have a home in glory,
My comrades through the wilderness,
We have a home in glory
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Culomba Boston, Massachusetts
Culomba (which means “Dove” in the Corsican language) celebrates the diverse and universal human experience of singing. Sophie Michaux, Adam Simon, Lysander Jaffe, Sora Harris-Vincent, and Avery Sherman came together to bring this music to new audiences. ... more
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