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Szép szemű szeretőm

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Song by Palya Bea

Szép szemű szeretőm
Szépszemű szeretőm, nézd, a tél elmúlt
Nyílik a liliom, illat száll túl a hegyeken
Szépszemű szeretőm, nézd az őz a vízhez lép
Lehajtja fejét, iszik és tovaszökken, elillant rég
Vonj engem temagad után, fussunk már…
Szép szemű szeretőm, nézd, a tél elmúlt
Nyílik a liliom, illata száll túl a hegyeken

Szép szemed éget perzselőn, arany-feketén
A nap nem hív ily sürgetőn, nyár delején
Szép szemed fordítsd tőlem el, megvakulok
Fordítsd vissza, nézz…
Égess el, arany-feketén.
Tüzedben elporladtam, semmi vagyok
Szép szemed éget perzselőn, arany-feketén
A nap nem hív olyan sürgetőn, nyár delején

Két karod átfog, átölel, magam feledem
A hullámok, az óceán játszik velem
Két karod vedd el, bőrömmel emlékezem
Fogd át derekam, hozzád ér kezem
Fogj engem, ölelj
Tengeredben vízcsepp, az vagyok
Két karod átfog, átölel, játszik velem
A hullámok, az óceán, nem feledem

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Tortapapír

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Song by Besh o droM. This song is a version of ‘Keren Chave’ or ‘Amari si amari’, but I think is interesting to put it in the blog for the video and the rythms mix.

Tortapapír
Kerem shavorale drom
Te khelel o phuro rom
Puro rom te khelela
Bishthaijekh voj malavla

Malav mo tye chizma sara
Te shunela zhi tehara
Duj duj deshu duj
Chumidav me lako muj

Lako muj si rupono
Pushki trubul la dino
Amarisi amari
Amari cini bori

Numa Romales II

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Song by Fekete Vonat, an anti-racism band from Hungary conformed by gypsies, they sing both in hungarian and in romani (gypsy lenguage). The name of the band means “black train” in hungarian.

Numa Romales II
Shunen athe, avel e vorba tumenge,
le romendar devorta le rakhlenge
Ame gilyabarasa thaj tume khelen
Mukhav le rakhlen vi von shaj shunen

Soro rátyi gílyi tumenge phendyom
Tuke gilyabarav ando mikrofon
Cino shavo bashavel po saxofon
Le romenge lashi voja me kheryom

Ale’ romnyi, dikh le shaven sar khelen
Nai lazhavo lenge von kade keren
Zha aba tu lenca, ke na dara
Zhanen aba hod e mura romnya san

Phirav mange korkorro po muro drom
Zhav khere fele ke aba khino som
Dikhen tele pe mande le cherhaja
Dikhen man le shukare jakhenca.

Anyám anyám

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Song by Palya Bea

Anyám anyám
Anyám anyám édesanyám
Ne kiálts több átkot reám
Édesanyám, én megyek már
Hosszú út vár, indulok már

Túl a vizen, innen is
Áldjon meg az Isten is
Téged rózsám, engem is
Még aki felnevelt is (x2)

Verd meg Isten, verd meg azt
Kinek szíve nem igaz,
Kinek szíve nem igaz
Mer’ az enyém oly igaz,
Hajlik mint a lágy viasz
Olyan, mint a lágy viasz

Túl a vizen, innen is
Áldjon meg az Isten is
Téged rózsám, engem is
Még aki felnevelt is (x2)

Santa Marinella

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Song by Gogol Bordello from Gypsy Punks Underdog World Strike. Gogol Bordello is a Gypsy punk band from the Lower East Side of Manhattan, formed in 1999 and known for theatrical stage shows and persistent touring.
Much of the band’s sound is inspired by Gypsy music. The band incorporates minor-key accordion and violin (and on some albums, saxophone) mixed with punk and dub.

Santa Marinella

Una questa storia, obliko amorale,
Russo raspizdoto maniacale, i paranormale

O solnce Santa Marinelly,
izlizannyi toboyu,
Ya poluchal ne raz, tai-da-rida
V posolstvah S-SH-A otkaz
Tam nedaleko ot Rima
Est gorod Palestrina
Zvezda pereferii, vsja v maslinah, stala nasha malina

O mama Palestrina, vstrechajte pyanih pilligrimov,
Bez prava na vyezd, bez vizy na vdoh, bez vizy na vidoh
Ya vzmolilsa “Che cazzo! Io porca Madonna!”
Gde tletvorniy pod’ezd, ili etot ot’ezd delo musoroprovod

Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.
Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah! Porca Madonna.

My obliko Russo amorale chest’ raspizdoto my ne zamarali

Da uno da due
Da uno da stronzo puttana

Na Americana (bazar takoi v Rime) vse v rjad stoyali (uno Mille Lire)
Poeti, yuristi, mediki – vse farzovoi stali
Hohlomu-samovari (redkost-tovari)
vse fuflo tolkali (krutiye navari)
No drug pered drugom vsezh svoi otjezd opravdali

Ya na Piazza Navona,
Sidel, rastjagival shkavarku,
Nu, konechno, flirtoval,
No i sem’ye pomogal

A ya na rimskoi mostovoi,
ya lezhal, zhdal priboj, oi-oi-oi,
Ya tak prosil pit, a tut eshe etot Papa (Rimskiy)
Ya s detstva ego hotel zamochit

O carabinery, ya vam dokazival ne raz,
Chto muzikantu vo vrema kaifa
Smotret nuzhno prjamo v glaz

Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah! Porca Madonna.
Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah! Crescendo paranoia.

Mi obliko Russo amorale
Chest’ raspizdoto my ne zamarali

Da uno da due
Da uno paranormale.

(Sono emigranto)

Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah….
Solo perche ti amo mia madre ah….

Da uno da due
Da uno stronzo merdoso
Da uno da due
Da uno porca puttana

(Spoken): Prekrasnaya novost
ebut v paperdo?
Ya ih-to mudohat, Zamudohal mudoha
…la-la-la

A solnce Santa Marinelli
Vgrizalos nam v capilljari
A nasha nadezhda spolzala po stenam, muh ne otgonjaya,
No vot kak-to odnazhdi, ne znaju uzh kak
Prishlo I nam dobro iz-za okeana
I togda, na rashodnjak.
A!
I togda na rashodnjak!

Rumelaj

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Popular romaní song in rumanian performed by Besh O’Drom & Mitsoura.

Rumelaj

Seoca mi înima
Mîndra curva mea
Seoca mi înima, mada
Mîndrana mieri (x2)

Rume, Rume, Rumelaj
Haide, haide, haide,
Rume, Rume, Rumelaj
Haide, haide, haide. (x2)

Sehka mi inima
Mundra kurva méh
Sehka mi inima mata
Mundrana meri  (x2)

Rume, Rume Rumelai
Haide, haide, haide,
Rume, Rume, Rumelai
Haide, Haide, Haide. (x2)

Woman of Rumelia (translation)

You broke my heart
My beautiful bitch
You broke my heart, Baby,
Beautiful honey.

Oh, woman of Rumelia
Come on, let’s get it together
Oh, woman of Rumelia
Let’s get it together.

Miro Pirano

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Performing this gypsy hunagian song, Agata Siemaszko and Cuba (Boban) winners of the polish folk radio game show, “new tradition”.

Miro pirano

Tu sal de miro de pirano
Jawlal kie ma, jawlal kie ma romano
Muro szukar de pirano
Jawlal kie ma, jawlal kie ma romano

Muro szukar de pirano
Tu sal mangie, tu sal mangie kamado
Ciumidaw tro jiloro
Dawa tukie, dawa tukie saworo (x2)

Ajaj Dewla,de jaja Dewla
Soskie awes, soskie awes tu kie ma? (x2)

Muro szukar de pirano
Tu sal mangie, tu sal mangie kamado
Ciumidaw tro jiloro
Dawa tukie, dawa tukie saworo (x2)

Ajaj Dewla,de jaja Dewla
Soskie awes, soskie awes tu kie ma? (x2)

Muro szukar de pirano
Tu sal mangie, tu sal mangie kamado
Ciumidaw tro jiloro
Dawa tukie, dawa tukie saworo (x2)

My fiance (translation)

You are my fiance
come to me, come to me gypsy
my beautiful boyfriend
come to me, come to me gyspy

My handsome fiance
you are you are my beloved
I’ll kiss your heart
I’ll pay you, I’ll pay you everything

Oh God, oh God,
why me? why do you came to me?

Hoppa

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Song by Palya Bea

Hoppa!
Ezeregy várost bejártam, ezeregy évig utazom.
Megakadt a szemem a jó múltkor egy csinos arab kalauzon.
Mutatja nekem, hogy szép a szemem, ezért ma ingyen utazom.
Sőt errefelé sok a látnivaló, ma engem ő kalauzol.

Milyen nyelven beszéljünk? Nem tudok arabul.
No problem -mondja a szállodaportás- a vonatozás csak másodállás.
Beszél hat nyelven, s egy picit magyarul. A szám bizony tátva marad.
Mer szegény magyar nő itt egyedül. Jobb, ha egy férfi akad.

Lassul most a Nap sugara, nyílik a rózsaszirom.
Hercegem virrad, felkel a Nap, mesémet abbahagyom.
Amúgy is unom a sok utazást, a kotyogó vonatkereket.
Letelepszem, és házba lakom, csinálok kicsi gyereket.

Ezeregy várost bejárok, ezeregy évig utazom.

Translation

Ten thousand towns have I passed through, ten thousand years on the road
But still my eyes were opened wide by a cute arab train conductor
With a glance he said my eyes were nice, so today I travel for free
There’s lots to look at out this way so today he’s conducting me

Whatever language shall we speak? I don”t know arabic
No problem says he. He’s a hotel porter just moonlighting as a train inspector
He speaks six tongues plus “a little madj-yarool”-hopla!-my jaws almost falls to the floor
Poor magyar girl here all alone: what she needs is a good escort

Lazy lusty sunshine beams, rose petals opening wide
My prince wakes up, the sun comes up, here my story I’ll put to one side
Anyway I’ve had enough of the road, of trailways cranking by
Maybe I’ll stop and make a home, and even a little baby

Ten thousand towns have I passed through, ten thousand years on the road

Goldregen

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Song by !Deladap. This seven-piece band mixes gypsy sounds with a variety of world styles. The lyrics are sung in Romanes and the song is about not giving up.

Goldregen

ketsa le kalay ballengi
kaj shukarie yokengi
yoy te medrov

jah moo jah moo jah

sostar tu kochaves mon
sostar tu dilaress mon
kaj bosses tu ovdra kaj mon

ketsa le kalay ballengi
kaj shukarie yokengi
yoy te medrov

Translation

His beard is black
and his eyes are beutifull
ohh i could die

why do you lie me
why do you drive me crazy
and you are so far from me

his beard is black
and his eyes are beutifull
ohh i could die

Virágok a réten

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Kistehén Tánczenekar ( Little cow ) plays ‘Virágok a réten’ in hungarian language. Featuring Romano Drom.

Virágok a réten

Jaj, de szép virágok vannak a réten
Peti ne nézz ilyen mérgesen,
Dómi ne beszélj csúnyán a réten,
Kata ne büfögj olyan hangosan.
Jaj, de szép virágok!

Jaj, de szép virágok vannak a réten
Pannika mondja: sokat vakarom a seggem,
Blanka sokat beszél a réten
Jaj, de megszomjaztam itt ezen a réten.

Jaj de szép virágok vannak a réten
Haza is megyek a jövő héten,
A virágok között szépen.

Jaj, de szép virágok vannak a réten,
És néztek a gyerekek felfelé,
Átrepült valami az égen,
Másra nem emlékszem.

Flowers in the field (translation)

Oh, this field has many beautiful flowers.
Peter, try to smile, not glower.
Donny don’t talk so sour,
Katie don’t burp with such power.

Oh, this field has many beautiful flowers.
Annie hates how I scratch my butt for an hour.
Blanka just talks, really dour.
I’m so thirsty, wish the rain would pour.

Oh, this field has many beautiful flowers.
I’ll be home in a week or so.
Through the flowers I will go.
Oh, this field has many beautiful flowers.

All the children looked at the sky,
Watching something fly.
The rest … the rest has passed me by.

Te aştept neica de-o lună

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Song by ČAČI VORBA or “true speech” (how Gypsies describe their own music), a Polish-Ukrainian band specialised in the impulsive mixture of Gypsy, Carpathian and Balkan music.

Te aştept neica de-o lună

Ioane Ioane
Gurița mă doare,
Tot strigând Ioane,
Ioane nu răspune,
Că n-are de unde!

Ionel al meu,
Legănel dintâi
La o stea pornit,
Și n-a mai venit, și n-a mai venit

Ioane, Ioane,
Via ta arată
Via ta sapată
Ramasa neculeasă

Și vin grăurași
De rup ciorchinași
Rămân butuci goi
Bătuți de vânt și ploi

Te aştept neica de-o lună,
de-o lună şâ săptămână
Dar nu te găsesc de loc, mă
Inimioara mi-arde foc, mă

Nu ţi-a fost neicuţa milă,
Că eu eram o copilă
Vino neică nu mai sta, mă
De mă arde dragostea, mă

Ioane Ioane
Gurița mă doare,
Tot strigând Ioane,
Ioane nu răspune,
Că n-are de unde!

Vineri dimineață
Pe rouă, pe ceață
Plimbă, mi se plimbă
O maică batrână
Cu doi dinți în gură

Mergea și plângea,
Pe cine vedea,
Pe cine întâlnea,
Tot îl întreba:

Nu cumva ați văzut,
Pe aici vreun voinic
Cu obraji de floare,
Ochii de cicoare

Şi vino neicuţă iară,
pe unde-am fost asta vară
Vino neică lângă mine,
să trăim amândoi bine,
Să se mire lumea toată,
Îm e dragostea curată

Translation:

Ioane, Ioane!
My little mouth aches,
I keep shouting “Ioane”
Ioane doesn’t answer,
Because he can’t!

My Ionel,
The first little swing,
Followed a star
And never came back.

Ioane, Ioane,
Your plowed vineyard,
Your digged vineyard,
Remained unharvested.

So come little cicadas
And break the grape bunches,
The vines remain empty,
Beaten by rain and wind.

I’ve been waiting for you, my love, for a month
For a month and a week
But you’re not appearing at all
My little heart is burning

You didn’t have mercy
And I was still a child then
Come, my beloved one, don’t delay
‘Cause love is burning me

Ioane, Ioane!
My little mouth aches,
I keep shouting “Ioane”
Ioane doesn’t answer,
Because he can’t!

Friday morning,
On fog, on mist,
Walks, oh walks
An old mother
With two teeth in her mouth.

She walked and cried,
Whoever she saw,
Whoever she met,
She kept on asking:

Did you happen to see
Around here a young boy,
His cheeks are made of flowers,
His eyed are made of chicory.

Come again, my love,
To where we’ve been that summer,
Come to me, my beloved one,
So we can happily live together.
Let all the people admire
Our pure love.

Pala Tute

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Song by Gogol Bordello. This song was also made famous by Madonna, who made a version for her show.

Pala Tute (I’m dying after you)
Caravan is comin’
All guitars are strummin’
Chief is sitting high
With gold across the chest
I’m just a little chavo
I don’t even own a guitar
But mama they got girl
That I love the best

Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late
Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Aaaaaaaaaaaaa hey

Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late
Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late

Carnival is comin’
All guitars are strummin’
And says old hitano
Boy, forget about the bling
Here is a guitarra
For you little chavo
If you slave to kissing
You gotta play this thing

Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late
Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late

Caravan is leavin’
And her breast is heaving
Lord this kind of love
Can not be untrue
I’m a little chavo
But I learned one thing
Girls they like the kissing
As much as we do

Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
I’m dying dying
Dying after you
Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Girls they like the kissing
As much as we do

Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late
Lela lela lela
Lela pala tute
Jas kana meres
Merava pala late