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Khiromant

Song from the new album of Karavan Familia (with a modern twist)

Khiromant

Rap:
E kashta me kamav
Kaj lende me zhav
Sar e chiriklya, me kade zhuvav
Te merav chachipo phenav
Kathe si o vesh mange
Kaj me rakhav, so rodav
Sikavel mange

Verse:
Me hatyarav ande mande
La balvalaki zor
Si muro dad o lolo kham
So p’amende phabol

Phirav pe brishindeski vurma
Phirav kaj e jag rakhagyol
Phirav pe brishindeski vurma
Phirav kaj e jag rakhagyol

Refr.:
Aaya aaya kisne laaya
Aaya aaya acha ghaya

If you liked it, you can purchase the track here.

Moya Tsiganskaya

Song by Vladimir Vysotsky. This song is not a gypsy song but an ode to the gypsies and the tough life that I really like and want to share with you. Enjoy!

Moya Tsiganskaya

V son mne zheltyye ogni
I khriplyu vo sne ya
Povremeni, povremeni
Utro mudreneye
No, i utrom vse ne tak
Net togo vesel’ya
Ili kurish’ na toshchak,
Ili p’yesh’ s pokhmel’ya

Ekh, raz, da yeshche raz
da yeshche mnogo-mnogo mnogo raz.

V kabakakh zelenyy shtof
I belyye salfetki
Ray dlya nishchikh i shutov
Mne zh kak ptitse v kletke
V tserkvi smrad i polumrak
D’yaki kuryat ladan,
Net, i v tserkvi vse ne tak
Vse ne tak kak nado

Ekh, raz, da yeshche raz
da yeshche mnogo-mnogo mnogo raz.

YA — na goru vpopykhakh,
Chtob chego ne vyshlo.
A na gore stoit ol’kha,
A pod goroyu — vishnya.
Khot’ by sklon uvit’ plyushchom —
Mne b i to otrada.
Ekh! Khot’ by chto-nibud’ yeshcho…
Vso ne tak, kak nado!

Ekh, raz, da yeshche raz
da yeshche mnogo-mnogo mnogo raz.

YA togda — po polyu vdol’ reki:
Sveta — t’ma, net Boga!
A v chistom pole — vasil’ki,
I dal’nyaya doroga.
Vdol’ dorogi — les gustoy
S babami-yagami,
A v kontse dorogi toy —
Plakha s toporami.

Ekh, raz, da yeshche raz
da yeshche mnogo-mnogo mnogo raz.

Gde-to koni plyashut v takt,
Nekhotya i plavno.
Vdol’… vdol’ dorogi vso ne tak,
A v kontse — podavno.
I ni tserkov’, i ni kabak —
Nichego ne svyato!
Net, rebyata, vso ne tak!
Vso ne tak, rebyata…

Ekh, raz, da yeshche raz
da yeshche mnogo-mnogo mnogo raz.

Translation:
In my dream – yellow lights,
wheezing in my sleep;
a while longer, a whole longer,
In the morning I’ll be fine!

But in the morning everything’s wrong,
The joy is gone;
Either you smoke on an empty stomach,
Or you quench a hangover.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

In the bars; green tablecloths
And white napkins.
Heaven for the poor and slobs,
But for me – like a bird in a cage!

In the church; stench and gloom,
Preachers burning incense.
No! Even in church everything’s wrong,
Not as it should be.

To the mountain I rush,
So that something there might be,
On the mountain stands an alder,
While below a cherry tree;
If only there were ivy on the slope;
I’d get some joy from it,
If only anything else;
It’s not as it should be.

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

Then to the field I go,
along the river bank;
Some light, some darkness – but no God!
While in the pure field;
there are cornflowers and a distant road.
Along the road there’s a deep forest
With Baba-Yaga witches;
And at the road’s end;
Chopping blocks and axes.

Somewhere the stallions dance in tune,
Unhurried and easy.
Along the road everything is wrong,
But at the end; completely.

Neither in church nor the in the bar-
Nothing is held holy!
No, my friends; everything’s wrong,
Everything’s wrong, my friends!

Hey one, yes
once again;
Hey one, yes
many-many more times…

Parni Romni

Gypsy Bohemians – Tockolotoc composed this song about their band leader, who once married a white – non gypsy – woman, or gadza. This song is from the original album Kale bala, kale jakha (Black hair, black eyes)

Parni Romni

Kana nane e chaj pati vaľi
ta mi čhivel pes andro pani.
Kana hiňi igen barikani
nane šoha lačhi chulaňi.

The me mange iľom gadža
ma kamavas čhajen romanen
kaj te dikhen ola Roma
hoj man hiňi parňi romňi
romňi, parňi romňi.

La gandžaha menge me dživavas
so kamavas mange keravas
hoj ča imar adaďives džanav
kaj la romaňa ča me kamav.
Lakre šukar jakhora
lakre kale balora.

The me mange iľom gadža
ma kamavas čhajen romanen
kaj te dikhen ola Roma
hoj man hiňi parňi romňi
romňi, parňi romňi.

Bijav

Song by Goran Bregovic

Bijav

Baro devla dikh dikh dikh tu devlea
Akava them na dikhlja
Sveti djordje azdajenca
Sa andjelja mustakjenca
Bahtale romenca
Sa bijavenca
Baro devla dikh dikh dikh tu devlea

 Akava them na dikhlja
Bibija sa pe chavenca
Bahtale romenca
Sa bijavencaDjamutrea djamutrea
Suza terna tu avea
A tu devla sar o mace
Te bijangon chave lace
Ka vazdolpe viski viski
Ka pijolpe malboro
Majbut majbut rakija
Bijav si amaro

Kavijari kavijari
Kavijari nane
Deni trube deni trube
Kurav ta cemane
Star babe trin teze
Sel selea ka han meze

*Sorry the chorus is missing

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