Vamos a escuchar Bird's weddings, ciclo de ocho canciones del compositor checo Viktor Kalabis. El texto en inglés es de su esposa, la arpista Zuzana Ruzickova
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1. Pigeon, little pigeon Looking for your true love – Over hills, over dales Where are you my blue dove Where are you my true love? Where are you my true love Oh my blue dove.
2. I know of a red-breast, scarlet its small eggs are spotted It will soon start breeding I’ll get the young ones, red dotted! I know of a birdie It has its nest in the oak tree I shall send there our wee Willie With his sharp nose he will kill it I shall send there our wee Willie With his sharp nose he will kill it I know of a bird nest our Zebedee I shall send, then with his sharp eyes he’ll descry it Day or night he will espy it.
3. High upon a fir tree Two grey doves are sitting Neighbors are envious Of the lovers’ meeting. Dear folks do not envy Neighbors do not bother For it is a good thing So one loves the other.
4. Flitting are the red wings of a starling Flirting are the blue eyes of my darling Flitting are the gold wings of a birdie Flirting is the young heart of a laddie What, my dear lass are you busy doing, Little pigeon Oh, where are you cooing Oh, where are you? Winding garlands, Oh my little grey dove, Fragrant garlands, oh my dear, my sweet love Would I had one, my own heart’s desire Give it to me, my heart is a-fire! Oh, I dare not, no, my darling ever Mother, father would forgive me never.
5. Hey, fly little swallow, Fly, Oh swallow dear, Looping, circling through the heavens far and near. Little kestrel comes a-wooing on the wing Swallow, little swallow will you marry me? Never shall I little kestrel marry thee Until blue leaves grow upon our linden tree. Hurry, hurry, little kestrel, fair and true In the town you can buy silk of azure blue. Will you, little swallow, will you marry me Now that blue leaves grow upon our linden tree? Never will I little kestrel marry thee Until red leaves grow upon our linden tree. Hurry, hurry little bird on wings of speed In our shop you buy three ells of scarlet tweed. Now my own dear swallow you can marry me Now that there are red leaves on the linden tree. Aye, my little kestrel I will marry thee, Now all scarlet has become my linden tree Now that there are red leaves on my linden tree.
6. Drives a peasant through the woodland, At him owls are hooting “Oh, our father, pray do tell us, What means all this tooting?” Owls, they have a wedding, Feathers they are shedding, They have singing, they have dancing, But they have no bedding. Hoo hoo hoo-oo, thirty two-oo, Thirty two owls hooting.
7. Plaintive song sounds over heather Two birds sitting of one feather. My nest broken, my song tethered, My soul’s mate is gone forever. Harken, goshawk, little goshawk Don’t go nesting near a wood walk! Build your nest in distant valleys Where the peasant never tarries There you will be safe and resting There the lads won’t come a nesting.
8. Magpie chattering Black and pattering She’ll fly to turkey, There shall eat turkey She shall eat turkey She’ll marry Tom Twitt He is a tomtit, She is called Dorrit, Her dresses don’t fit They are of real gold – ‘Cause she is piebald Bridesmaids are fishes, They bring huge dishes Carps will be best men – They look like chessmen – Who is the father? No one will bother.
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