Canti napoletani / Sud Italia
Canto Dei Sanfedisti
TRADIZIONALE
A lu suono de grancascia viva viva lu populo bascio
A lu suono 're tammurrielli so' risurte li puverielli
A lu suono 're campane viva viva li pupulane
A lu suono 're viulini morte alli Giacubbine.
Sona, sona, sona ‘a Carmagnola
sona li cunzigli, viva 'o Re cu la Famiglia! (2V)
Alli trirece di giugno, sant'Antonio gluriuso
'e signure 'sti birbante 'e facettero 'o mazzo tanto
So' venute li Francise, aute tasse 'nce hanno miso
Liberté... Egalité... tu arrobbe a me, io arrobbo a te.
Sona, sona…
Li Francise so' arrivate, 'nce hanno bbuono carusate
evvualà evvualà, cavece 'nculo alla libertà
È fernuta l'uguaglianza, è fernuta la libertà
Pe vuie so' dulure e panza, Signo', iateve a curca'!
Sona, sona…
Passaie lu mese chiuvusu, lu ventuso e l'addiruso
a lu mese ca se mete hanno avuto l'aglio arrete.
Viva tata maccarone, ca rispetta la religgione.
Giacubbine, iate a mare, ca v'abbrucia lu panare.
Sona, sona…
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Funiculì Funiculà
GIUSEPPE TURCO
Aisséra, Nanninè', mme ne sagliette, tu saje addó... Tu saje addó!
Addó', 'sto core 'ngrato, cchiù dispiette farme nun pò... Farme nun pò!
Addó' lo ffuoco coce, ma si fuje, te lassa stá... Te lassa stá!
E nun te corre appriesso e nun te struje sulo a guardá... Sulo a guardá!
Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo ja'. Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo ja'.
Funiculí - funiculá, funiculí - funiculá.
'Ncoppa jammo ja', funiculí - funiculá.
Nèh jammo: da la terra a la montagna, no passo nc'è... No passo nc'è!
Se vede Francia, Pròceta, la Spagna... e io veco a te! E io veco a te!
Tiráte co li ffune, ditto 'nfatto, 'ncielo se va... 'Ncielo se va!
Se va comm'a lo viento e, a ll'intrasatto, gué saglie sá'... Gué saglie sá'!
Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo ja'...
Se n'è sagliuta, oje né', se n'è sagliuta, la capa giá... La capa giá!
E' ghiuta, po' è tornata, po' è venuta, sta sempe ccá... Sta sempe ccá!
La capa vota vota attuorno, attuorno, attuorno a te... Attuorno a te!
Lo core canta sempe no taluorno: "Sposammo, oje né'! Sposammo, oje né'!"
Jammo, jammo, 'ncoppa jammo ja'...
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Madonna Della Grazia
Tradizionale
Regina de lu cielo, Divina maestà,
chesta grazia ca te cerco fammella pe' pietà. (2v)
Eh ma… Madonna de la grazia ca 'mbraccio puorte grazia,
a vuje vengo pe' grazia, o Maria fance gra'.
Eh fa… Fance grazia o Maria, comme te fece lu Pateterno,
ca te fece mamma de Dio, fance grazia o Maria.
Fammella o Maria, fammella pe' carità
pe' li done ca riceviste dalla Santissima Trinità. (2v)
Eh ma… Madonna de la grazia…
Scese l'angelo da lu cielo e te venne ad annunzia',
annunzia' venne a Maria e nuie cantammo l'Avemmaria. (2v)
Eh ma… Madonna de la grazia… (4V)
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Mandulinata A Napule
MUROLO
Sera d'està. Pusilleco lucente
Canta ccanzone e addora d'erba 'e mare.
Voglio 'e pparole cchiù d'ammore ardente,
Voglio 'e pparole cchiù gentile e care
Pe' ddì: "Te voglio bbene" a chi mme sente.
Ma d' 'e pparole cchiù carnale e ddoce,
Ne sceglio sulo tre: "Te voglio bbene".
Bella, 'int'ô core tujo sacc'io chi tiene,
Chi sta 'int'ô core mio saje pure tu.
P' 'o mare 'e Napule quant'armunia!
Saglie 'ncielo e 'ncielo sentono tutt' 'e stelle 'a voce mia.
Voce, ca tennera, 'St'ammore fa.
Notte d'està. Se sò addurmute 'e ccase
E 'o cielo, a mmare, 'nu scenario ha stiso.
Staje 'mbracci'a mme, 'nnucente sò 'sti vase.
Bella, stanotte, te sò frato e sposo.
Stanotte ammore e Ddio songh'una cosa.
Canta e da 'o suonno Napule se sceta,
Ridono 'e vvocche ca se sò vasate.
Tutt' 'e suspire 'e tutt' 'e 'nnammurate,
Suspirano stanotte attuorno a te.
P' 'o mare 'e Napule...
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‘O Sole Mio
CAPURRO, DI CAPUA (1898)
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole,
N'aria serena doppo na tempesta!
Pe' ll'aria fresca pare gia' na festa...
Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole.
Ma n'atu sole, cchiu' bello, oi ne'.
'O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te!
'O sole, 'o sole mio
Sta 'nfronte a te! Sta 'nfronte a te!
Luceno e lastre d' 'a fenesta toia,
'na lavannara canta e se ne vanta
e pe' tramente torce, spanne e canta,
luceno e lastre d' 'a fenesta toia,
Ma n'atu sole...
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne,
Me vene quase 'na malincunia;
Sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria
Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne.
Ma n'atu sole...
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'O Surdato 'Nnammurato
CALIFANO
Staje luntana da stu core, a te volo cu 'o penziero:
niente voglio e niente spero ca tenerte sempe a fianco a me!
Si sicura 'e chist'ammore, comm'i só sicuro 'e te...
Oje vita, oje vita mia, oje core 'e chistu core,
si stata 'o primmo ammore e 'o primmo e ll'ùrdemo sarraje pe' me!
Quanta notte nun te veco, nun te sento 'int'a sti bbracce,
nun te vaso chesta faccia, nun t'astregno forte 'mbraccio a me?
Ma, scetánnome 'a sti suonne, mme faje chiagnere pe' te...
Oje vita...
Scrive sempe e sta' cuntenta: io nun penzo che a te sola.
Nu penziero mme cunzola, ca tu pienze sulamente a me.
'A cchiù bella 'e tutt''e bbelle nun è maje cchiù bella 'e te!
Oje vita...
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Canti irlandesi
Dirty Old Town
EWAN MacCOLL
I met my love, By the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream, By the old canal.
I kissed my girl, By the factory wall.
Dirty old town, Dirty old town.
I heard a siren, from the docks.
Saw a train, set the night on fire.
Smelled the spring, on the smoky wind.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe;
Shining steel, tempered in the fire.
I'll chop you down, like an old dead tree.
Dirty old town, dirty old town...
Dirty old town, Dirty old town.
I met my love, by the gas works wall.
Dreamed a dream, by the old canal.
I kissed my girl, by the factory wall.
Dirty old town, dirty old town.
Dirty old town, Dirty old town.
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Lord Of The Dance
DUBLINERS
Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he
I danced in the morning when the world was young
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on the earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth
Dance, dance…
I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn't dance, they wouldn't follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on
Dance, dance…
I danced on the Sabbath and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die
Dance, dance…
I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It's hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, they thought I was gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on
Dance, dance…
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that will never, never die
I'll live in you if you'll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he
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Tell Me Ma
DUBLINERS
I'll tell me ma, when I get home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
But that's alright, till I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She is the belle of Belfast city
She is a-courting one, two, three,
please, can you tell me who is she?
Albert Mooney says he loves her
All the boys are fightin' for her
They knock at the door, they're ringin' the bell
"Hello, my true love, are you well?"
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers, bells on her toes
Ol' Jenny Murray says she'll die
If she doesn't get the fellow with the roving eye
I'll tell me ma, when I get home...
Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high
And the snow come travelin' from the sky
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by and by
When she gets a lad of her own
She won't tell her ma when she gets home
Let them all come as they will
It's Albert Mooney she loves still
I'll tell me ma, when I get home...
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The Fields Of Athenry
DUBLINERS
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling
Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyan's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing, we had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling
Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the Crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
Low lie the fields…
By a lonely harbor wall,
she watched the last star falling
As that prison ship sailed out against the sky
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
for her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely 'round the fields of Athenry.
Low lie the fields…
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The Foggy Dew
THE CHIEFTAINS
As down the glen one Easter morn to a city fair rode I
There Armed lines of marching men in squadrons passed me by
No fife did hum nor battle drum did sound it's dread tatoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell rang out through the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky, than at Sulva or Sud El Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns, sailed in through the foggy dew
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew.
Ah, back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I'd kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.
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The Galway Girl
STEVE EARLE
Well, I took a stroll on the old long walk, Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk, Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then I'd be takin' a whirl
'Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl
We were halfway there when the rain came down, Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And she asked me up to her flat downtown, Of a day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you, friend, what's a fella to do
'Cause her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand and I gave her a twirl
And I lost my heart to a Galway girl
When I woke up I was all alone, …
With a broken heart and a ticket home, …
And I ask you now, tell me what would you do
Ah! If her hair was black and her eyes were blue
I've traveled around I've been all over this world
I ain't never seen nothin' like a Galway girl
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The Star Of The County Down
VAN MORRISON & THE CHIEFTAINS
Near Banbridge town, in the County Down, One morning in July
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen and she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two white feet to the sheen of her nut-brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself to make sure I was standing there.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen, that I met in the County Down.
As she onward sped I shook my head and I gazed with a feeling rare
And I said, says I, to a passerby: "Who's the maid with the nut-brown hair?"
He smiled at me, and with pride says he: "That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
She's young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann, She's the star of the County Down."
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen, that I met in the County Down.
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there, and I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes and deludhering lies on the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke, though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside sits the star of the County Down.
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and from Galway to Dublin town
No maid I've seen like the sweet colleen, that I met in the County Down.
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The Wild Rover
DUBLINERS
I've been a wild rover for many's the year
and I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
and now I'm returning with gold in great store
and I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never… no, nay, never! No more
will I play the wild rover no, never, no more
I went into an alehouse I used to frequent
and I told the landlady me money was spent
I asked her for credit, she answered me "Nay!
Such a custom as yours I could have any day"
And it's no, nay, never...
I took from me pocket ten sovereigns bright
and the landlady's eyes opened up with delight
she said "You'll have whiskeys and wines of the best
and the words that i told you were only in jest"
And it's no, nay, never...
I went home to my parents, confessed what I'd done
and I asked them to pardon their prodigal son
and when they'd caressed me as oft times before
sure I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's no, nay, never...
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Whiskey In The Jar
DUBLINERS
As I was a goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains
I met with captain Farrell and his money he was counting
I first produced my pistol and I then produced my rapier
Saying "Stand and deliver for you are my bold deceiver"
Mush-a ring dum-a do dum-a da
Wack fall the daddy-o, wack fall the daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar
I counted out his money and it made a pretty penny
I put it in me pocket and I took it home to Jenny
She sighed and she swore that she never would deceive me
But the devil take the women for they never can be easy
Mush-a ring…
I went up to my chamber, all for to take a slumber
I dreamt of gold and jewels and for sure 't was no wonder
But Jenny drew me charges and she filled them up with water
Then sent for captain Farrell to be ready for the slaughter
Mush-a ring…
'twas early in the morning, just before I rose to travel
Up comes a band of footmen and likewise captain Farrell
I first produced me pistol for she stole away me rapier
But I couldn't shoot the water, so a prisoner I was taken
Mush-a ring…
Now there's some take delight in the carriages a rolling
and others take delight in the hurling and the bowling
but I take delight in the juice of the barley
and courting pretty fair maids in the morning bright and early
Mush-a ring…
If anyone can aid me 't is my brother in the army
If I can find his station in Cork or in Killarney
And if he'll go with me, we'll go rovin' in Kilkenny
And I'm sure he'll treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny
Mush-a ring…
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Country, Folk, Rock U.S.A.
Cotton Eye Joe
REDNEX
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe,
I'd been married long time ago
Where did you come from? Where did you go?
Where did you come from Cotton-Eye Joe?
He came to town like a mid-winter storm
He rode through the fields, so handsome and strong
His eyes was his tools and his smile was his gun
But all he had come for was, having some fun
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe...
He brought disaster wherever he went
The hearts of the girls was to hell broken sent
They all ran away, so nobody would know
And left only men 'cause of Cotton-Eye Joe
If it hadn't been for Cotton-Eye Joe...
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Forever Young
BOB DYLAN
May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young
May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young
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Heart Of Gold
NEIL YOUNG
I want to live, I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions i never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.(2v)
I've been to Hollywood, I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind, It's such a fine line
That keep…
Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching and I'm growing old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
...mmm...
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If I Should Fall Behind
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
We said we'd walk together baby come what may
That come the twilight should we lose our way
If as we're walkin a hand should slip free
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
We swore we'd travel darlin' side by side
We'd help each other stay in stride
But each lover's steps fall so differently
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
Now everyone dreams of a love lasting and true
But you and I know what this world can do
So let's make our steps clear that the other may see
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
Now there's a beautiful river in the valley ahead
There 'neath the oak's bough soon we will be wed
Should we lose each other in the shadow of the evening trees
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
I'll wait for you, And should I fall behind
Baby, you wait for me
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Pay Me My Money Down
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Well, I thought I heard the captain say,
"Pay me my money down.
Tomorrow is my sailing day,
pay me my money down."
Oh, pay me. Pay me.
Pay me my money down.
Pay me or go to jail.
Pay me my money down.
Soon as that boat was clear of the bar,
pay me my money down,
well, he knocked me down with the end of a spar
Pay me my money down.
Oh, pay me. Pay me…
Well if I'd been a rich mans son,
Pay me my money down.
I'd sit on the river and watch it run,
Pay me my money down.
Oh, pay me. Pay me…
Well, wish I was Mr. Gates,
pay me my money down.
Haul my money in egg crates.
Pay me my money down.
Oh, pay me. Pay me…
Well, 40 nights, nights at sea,
pay me my money down.
Captian worked every last dollar out of me.
Pay me my money down.
Oh, pay me. Pay me…
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Sweet Home Alabama
LYNYRD SKYNYRD
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again and I think its a sin, yes
Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
In Birmingham they love the gov' nor (boo, boo, boo)
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you? Tell the truth
Sweet home Alabama...
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two (yes, they do!)
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue, now how about you?
Sweet home Alabama...
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Sweet Home Chicago
BLUES BROTHERS
Come on, Oh baby don't you wanna go
Come on, Oh baby don't you wanna go
Back to that same old place, Sweet home Chicago
Come on, Baby don't you wanna go
Hidehey, Baby don't you wanna go
Back to that same old place, Oh sweet home Chicago
Well, one and one is two
Six and two is eight
Come on baby don't ya make me late
Hidehey, Baby don't you wanna go
Back to that same old place, Sweet home Chicago
Six and three is nine
Nine and nine is eighteen
Look there brother baby and see what I've seen
Hidehey…
Come on…
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Take Me Home Country Roads
JOHN DENVER
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue ridge mountains, Shenandoah river
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, growin' like a breeze
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain momma. Take me home, country roads
All my memories, they gather 'round her
Miner's lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine, teardrops in my eyes
Country roads, take me home...
I hear her voice in the mornin' hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin' down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday...
Country roads, take me home...
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Gospel
Amazing Grace
JOHN NEWTON
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me.
His word my hope secures.
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
And mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
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Eyes On The Prize
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
Paul and Silas bound in jail, Had no money to go their bail
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
Freedom's name is mighty sweet, and soon we're gonna meet
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
Hold on... ... Hold on...
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
Only chain that a man can stand is that chain o'hand on hand
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
I got my hand on the gospel plow, Won't take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
Hold on...
The only thing I did was wrong was staying' in the wilderness too long
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
The only thing I did was right was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize, Hold on
Hold on...
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Mary Don’t You Weep
SPIRITUAL
Well if I could I surely would,
Stand on the rock where Moses stood
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn - O Mary don't you weep, don't mourn
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
Well Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
And smote' the water with a two by four
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep…
Well one of theses nights bout 12 o'clock
This old world is gonna rock
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep…
Well old Mr. Satan he got mad
Missed that soul he thought he had
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep…
Brothers and sisters don't you cry
They'll be good times by and by
Pharaoh's army got drowned, O Mary don't you weep
O Mary don't you weep…
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This Little Light Of Mine
SPIRITUAL
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
I’m gonna let my little light shine
Jesus gave me light, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
I'm gonna let my little light shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
I'm gonna let my little light shine
Monday, Gave me the gift of love
Tuesday, Peace came from above
Wednesday, Told me to have more faith
Thursday, Gave me a little more grace
Friday, Told me to watch and pray
Saturday, Told me what to say
Sunday, Gave me the power divine
This little light of mine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
Every day (every day), every day (every day)
I’m gonna let my little light shine
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We Shall Overcome
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
We shall overcome, we shall overcome
We shall overcome some day
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day
We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand some day
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day
We shall all be free, We shall all be free
We shall all be free some day
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day
We are not afraid, We are not afraid
We are not afraid some day
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day
We shall overcome, We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day
Oh, deep in my heart I do believe
We shall overcome some day
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When The Saints Go Marching In
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN
We are all trav'ling in the footsteps of those that've gone before
And we'll all be riunite on that new and sunlit shore
Oh, when the saints go marching in, when the saints go marching in
Lord, how I want to be in that number, when the saints go marching in
And when the sun refuses to shine, when the sun refuses to shine
Lord, how I want to be in that number, when the sun refuses to shine
Oh, when the saints…
And when the trumpet sounds its call, when the trumpet sounds its call
Lord, how I want to be in that number, when the trumpet sounds its call
Oh, when the saints…
Now some say, some say that this world of trouble is the only one we'll ever see
But I'm waiting, waiting for that morning, when the new world is revealed.
Oh, when the saints…
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Mondo iberico / America Latina
Aconteceu
Adriana Calcanhotto
Aconteceu quando a gente nao esperava,
aconteceu sem um sino pra tocar,
aconteceu diferentes das historias
que os romances e a memoria
tem costume de contar.
Aconteceu sem que a chao tivesse estrelas,
aconteceu sem um raio de lunar.
O nosso amor foi chegando de mansinho,
se espalhou devagarinho,
foi ficando até ficar.
Aconteceu sem que o mundo agradecesse,
sem que rosas florescessem,
sem um canto de louvur,
Aconteceu sem que houvesse nenhum drama.
So o tempo fez a cama
como em todo grande amor.
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Fiesta De San Benito
INTI ILLIMANI
Dónde está mi negra bailando
con las sayas de tundiki, bailando.
con las sayas de tundiki, bailando.
Dónde se ha metido mi negra,
cargada de su guagüita, bailando
cargada de su guagüita, bailando
Negra, samba, aunque tunante, siempre adelante.
Negra, samba, aunque tunante, siempre adelante.
Hay un lorito con su monito.
Hay un lorito con su monito.
Es un regalo de San Benito
Para la fiesta de los negritos. La, la, la…
Ya nos vamos, ya nos vamos cantando,
Ya nos vamos, ya nos vamos cantando,
Ya nos vamos, ya nos vamos bailando,
Ya nos vamos, ya nos vamos bailando,
con las sayas de tundiki cantando,
con las sayas de tundiki cantando.
con las sayas de tundiki bailando,
con las sayas de tundiki bailando.
Negra, samba, aunque tunante, siempre adelante.
Negra, samba, aunque tunante, siempre adelante.
Hay un lorito con su monito.
Hay un lorito con su monito.
Es un regalo de San Benito
Para la fiesta de los negritos. La, la, la…
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O Que È O Que È (Viver)
GONZAGUINHA
Eu fico com a pureza da resposta das crianças: É a vida! É bonita e é bonita!
Viver e não ter a vergonha de ser feliz…
Cantar (e cantar e cantar) a beleza de ser um eterno aprendiz, Ah meu Deus!
Eu sei (eu sei!) que a vida devia ser bem melhor e será…
Mas isso não impede que eu repita: “É bonita, é bonita, é bonita!”
E a vida? E a vida o que é? Diga lá, meu irmão.
Ela é a batida de um coração? Ela é uma doce ilusão?
Mas e a vida? Ela é maravida ou é sofrimento?
Ela é alegria ou lamento? O que é? O que é, meu irmão?
Há quem fale que a vida da gente é um nada no mundo,
É uma gota, é um tempo que nem dá um segundo
Há quem fale que é um divino mistério profundo,
É o sopro do criador numa atitude repleta de amor
Você diz que é luta e prazer, Ele diz que a vida é viver
Ela diz que melhor é morrer, pois amada não é, E o verbo é sofrer
Eu só sei que confio na moça, E na moça eu ponho a força da fé
Somos nós que fazemos a vida, Como der, ou puder, ou quiser
Sempre desejada, Por mais que esteja errada
Ninguém quer a morte, Só saúde e sorte
E a pergunta roda, E a cabeça agita
Eu fico com a pureza da resposta das crianças: É a vida! É bonita e é bonita!
Viver...
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Ojos De Cielo
VICTOR HEREDIA
Si yo miro el fondo de tus ojos terno
se me borra el mundo con todo su infierno.
Se me borra el mundo y descubro el cielo
cuando me zambullo en tus ojos tiernos.
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo,
no me abandones en pleno vuelo.
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo,
toda mi vida por ese sueño.
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo,
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo.
Si yo me olvidara de lo verdadero,
si yo me alejara de lo mas sincero.
Tu ojos de cielo me lo recordaran
si yo me olvidara de lo verdadero.
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo...
Si el sol que me alumbra se apagara un día
y una noche oscura ganara mi vida,
tus ojos de cielo me iluminarían,
tus ojos sinceros, mi camino y guía.
Ojos de cielo, ojos de cielo...
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Pasacalles
TUNA COMPOSTELANA
Pasa la tuna en Santiago cantando muy queda
romances de amor.
Luego la noche en sus ecos, los cuelga de ronda
por todo el balcón.
Pero allà en el templo del Apòstol Santo
una niña llora ante su patrón;
porqué la capa del tuno que adora,
no lleva la cinta que ella le bordó.
Porque la capa…
Cuando la tuna te dè serenata
no te enamores, compostelana,
que en cada cinta que adorna mi capa
hay un tracito de corazon.
Y deja a la tuna pasar,
no te enamores, compostelana,
y deja a la tuna pasar,
con su tra, la, la, la, la
Hoy va la tuna de gala, cantando y tocando
la marcha nupcial;
suenan campanas de gloria, que dejan desierta
la Universidad.
Pero allà en el templo del Apostol Santo
con el estudiante hoy se va a casar;
la galleguina, melosa, melosa,
que oyendo esta copla ya no llorarà.
La galleguina…
Cuando la tuna…
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Porompompero
MANOLO ESCOBAR
El trigo entre todas las flores
Ha elegido a la amapola,
Y yo elijo a mi Dolores,
Dolores, Lolita, Lola.
Y yo, y yo elijo a mi Dolores
Que es la, que es la flor mas perfumada,
Dolo, Dolores, Lolita, Lola.
Porompompo, porompompero, pero,
porompompero, pero,
Poro, porompompo. (2 V)
El cateto de tu hermano
Que no me venga con leyes,
Es payo y yo soy gitano
Que llevo sangre de reyes, que es pa,
Que es pa... que es payo y yo soy gitano, que lle,
Que llevo sangre de reyes en la,
En la palma de la mano.
Porompompo, porompompero, pero,
porompompero, pero,
Poro, porompompo. (2 V)
Verde era la hoja,
Verde era la parra,
Debajo del puente,
Debajo del puente,
Retumba, retumba, retumba...
Porompompo, porompompero, pero,
porompompero, pero,
Poro, porompompo. (2 V)
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Prece Ao Vento
Gilvan Chaves
Vento que balança as palhas do coqueiro
Vento que encrespa as ondas do mar
Vento que assanha os cabelos da morena
Me traz notícia de lá
Vento que assovia no telhado
Chamando para a Lua espiar
Vento que na beira lá da praia
Escutava o meu amor a cantar
Hoje estou sozinho e tu também
Triste, me lembrando do meu bem
Vento diga, por favor
Aonde se escondeu o meu amor
Vento diga, por favor
Aonde se escondeu o meu amor
Vento que balança as palhas do coqueiro
Vento que encrespa as ondas do mar
Vento que assanha os cabelos da morena
Me traz notícia de lá
Vento que assovia no telhado
Chamando para a Lua espiar
Vento que na beira lá da praia
Escutava o meu amor a cantar
Hoje estou sozinho e tu também
Triste mas lembrando do meu bem
Vento diga, por favor…
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Timoneiro
PAULINHO DA VIOLA
Não sou eu quem me navega, quem me navega é o mar
Não sou eu quem me navega, quem me navega é o mar
É ele quem me carrega, como nem fosse levar
É ele quem me carrega, como nem fosse levar
E quanto mais remo mais rezo, pra nunca mais se acabar
Essa viagem que faz o mar em torno do mar
Meu velho um dia falou com seu jeito de avisar:
“Olha, o mar não tem cabelos que a gente possa agarrar
Não sou eu quem me navega...
Timoneiro nunca fui, que eu não sou de velejar
O leme da minha vida Deus é quem faz governar
E quando alguém me pergunta como se faz pra nadar
Explico que eu não navego, quem me navega é o mar
Não sou eu quem me navega...
A rede do meu destino parece a de um pescador
Quando retorna vazia, vem carregada de dor
Vivo num redemoinho, Deus bem sabe o que ele faz
A onda que me carrega ela mesma é quem me traz
Não sou eu quem me navega...
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Virgen De Guadalupe
TRADIZIONALE MESSICANO
La Virgen de Guadalupe, estrella de la mañana,
ojos negros, piel morena, mi Virgencita americana.
Protectora de los pobres, crisol de todas las razas,
transformaste a nuestra tierra en continente de esperanza.
Juan Diego no se explica cómo pudo pasar
la Reina de los cielos lo vino a visitar.
Está Ilorando el indio, el rosal floreció
Dios le ha dado una madre de su mismo color.
La Virgen de Guadalupe…
Ya no son enemigos, indio con español,
a través de su gracia la virgen los unió,
Ya través de los siglos aún perdura esta fé
de América que grita que quiere renacer.
La Virgen de Guadalupe…
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Virgen Morenita
JORGE CAFRUNE
Virgen morenita Virgen milagrosa
Virgen morenita te elevo mi cantar
Son todos en el valle devotos de tus ruegos
Son todos peregrinos señora del lugar
Son todos en el valle devotos de tus ruegos
Son todos peregrinos señora del lugar
Virgen morenita india fue tu cuna
Porque india tú naciste por la gracia de Dios
Así somos esclavos de tu bondad divina
Así somos esclavos de tu infinito amor
Así somos esclavos de tu bondad divina
Así somos esclavos de tu infinito amor
Así será …Virgen mía …
Mereces el respeto y la veneración
Por eso yo te canto, te elevo mis plegarias
Y pido que escuches mi ruego por favor
Por eso yo te canto, te elevo mis plegarias
Y pido que escuches mi ruego por favor
Virgen morenita Santa Inmaculada
Virgen morenita te elevo mi cantar
Tú gozas del respeto y cariño de tus hijos
Así los peregrinos te rezan en tu altar
Tú gozas del respeto y cariño de tus hijos
Así los peregrinos te rezan en tu altar
Así será …Virgen mía …
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