Se Canta
Lirik

Lirik lagu ini ditulis dalam bahasa Occitan dan terdapat dua belas versi. are all transcribed and translated in the following table. On February 9, 2002, the almond tree near the Nîmes fountain that is mentioned in several verses was replanted
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|  Dejós ma fenèstra,  I a un aucelon  Tota la nuèch canta,  Canta sa cançon. Chorus Se canta, que cante,  Canta pas per ieu,  Canta per ma mia  Qu'es al luènh de ieu. Aquelas montanhas  Que tan nautas son,  M'empachan de veire  Mas amors ont son. Baissatz-vos, montanhas,  Planas, levatz-vos,  Per que pòsca veire  Mas amors ont son. Aquelas montanhas  Tant s'abaissaràn,  Que mas amoretas  Se raprocharàn. |  Outside my window, There is a little bird Singing all night, Singing its song. Chorus If it sings, let it sing, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Lay down, o mountains, And rise up, o plains, So I may see Where my love has gone. Those mountains Will lay down so low That my dear love Will come closer. |  Al fons de la prada,  I a'n pibol traucat:  Lo cocut i canta,  Benlèu i a nisat. Chorus Se canta, que cante,  Canta pas per ieu,  Canta per ma mia,  Qu'es al luènh de ieu. Dejós ma fenèstra,  I a un aucelon,  Tota la nuèit canta,  Canta sa cançon. Aquelas montanhas,  Que tan nautas son,  M'empachan de veire,  Mas amors ont son. Baissatz-vos, montanhas,  Planas, auçatz-vos,  Per que pòsca veire,  Mas amors ont son. Aquelas montanhas,  Tant s'abaissaràn,  Que mas amoretas,  Se raprocharàn. |  Across the meadow, There's a poplar with a hole Where a cuckoo sings: It must be nesting there. Chorus If it sings, let it sing, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Outside my window, There is a little bird Singing all night, Singing its song. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Lay down, o mountains, And rise up, o plains, So I may see Where my love has gone. Those mountains Will lay down so low That my dear love Will come closer. |  Sota ma fenèstra,  I a un aucelon,  Tota la nuèch canta,  Canta sa cançon. Chorus  Se canta e recanta,  Canta pas per ieu:  Canta per ma mia  Qu'es au luènh de ieu. Aquelei montanhas  Que tant autas son,  M'empachan de veire  Meis amors ont son. Autas, ben son autas,  Mai s'abaissaràn,  E meis amoretas  Vèrs ieu revendràn. Baissatz-vos, montanhas,  Planas auçatz-vos,  Per que pòsque veire  Meis amors ont son. A la fònt de Nîmes,  I a un ametlièr  Que fa de flors blancas  Au mes de janvièr. S'aquelei flors blancas  Èran d'ametlons,  Culhiriáu d'amètlas  Per ieu e per vos. Se canta e recanta,  Canta pas per ieu:  Canta per ma mia  Qu'es auprès de ieu.  |  Outside my window There is a little bird Singing all night, Singing its song. Chorus If it sings and sings again, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. High, they're so high But they will lay down And my dear love Will come back to me. Lay down, o mountains And rise up, o plains So I may see Where my love has gone. At the fountain of Nîmes, There's an almond tree That puts on white flowers In the month of January. Shall those white flowers Become green almonds, I'd pick handfuls of them For me and for you. If it sings and sings again, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's come back to me. |  Davant de ma fenèstra,  I a un aucelon,  Tota la nuèch chanta,  Chanta sa chançon. Chorus  Se chanta, que chante,  Chanta pas per ieu,  Chanta per ma mia  Qu'es al luènh de ieu. Aquelas montanhas  Que tant autas son,  M'empachan de veire  Mas amors ont son. Aquelas montanhas  Lèu s'abaissaràn  E mas amoretas  Se raprocharàn. Baissatz-vos, montanhas,  Planas, levatz-vos,  Per que pòsque veire  Mas amors ont son. Al fons de la prada,  I a'n pibol traucat:  Lo coguol i canta,  Benlèu i a nisat. (Lei filhas de Valença  San pas far l'amor;  Quelei de Provença  Lo fan nuèch e jorn.) |  Outside my window, There is a little bird Singing all night, Singing its song. Chorus If it sings, let it sing, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Those mountains Will soon lay down And my dear love Will come closer. Lay down, o mountains, And rise up, o plains, So I may see Where my love has gone. Across the meadow, There's a poplar with a hole Where a cuckoo sings: It must be nesting there. (The girls from Valence Can't make love; Those from Provence Do it night and day.) |
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|  Devath de ma fenèstra,  Qu'i a un auseron,  Tota la nueit canta,  Canta sa cançon. Chorus Se canti, jo que canti,  Canti pas per jo,  Canti per ma mia  Qu'ei a luenh de jo. Aqueras mountanhas  Que tan hautas son,  M’empachan de véder  Mas amors on son. Baishatz-ve, montanhas,  Planas, hauçatz-ve,  Tà que pòsqui véder  Mas amors on son. Aqueras montanhas  Que s'abaisharàn  E mas amoretas  Que pareisheràn. Se sabèvi las véder,  On las rencontrar,  Passarí l'aigueta  Shens paur de'm negar. Las pomas son maduras,  Las cau amassar  E las joenes hilhas,  Las cau maridar.  |  Outside my window, There is a little bird Singing all night, Singing its song. Chorus If I sing, if I sing myself, I'm not singing for me, I'm singing for my love Who's far away from me. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Lay down, o mountains, And rise up, o plains, So I may see Where my love has gone. Those mountains Will lay down And my dear love Will appear. If I knew where she is, Where I can meet her, I would cross the river, Fearless of drowning. The apples are ripe And ready to be picked And the young girls Are ready to get wed. |  Dejós ma fenèstra,  I a un auselon,  Tota la nuèit canta,  Canta pas per ieu. Chorus Se canta, qué canta?  Canta pas per ieu,  Canta per ma mia  Qu'es al luènh de ieu. Al fonse de l'òrta,  I a un ametlièr  Que fa de flors blancas  Coma de papièr. Aquelas flors blancas  Faràn d’ametlons  Per remplir las pòchas  De ieu e de vos. Aquelas montanhas  Que tan nautas son,  M'empachan de veire  Mas amors ont son. Aquelas montanhas  Se n'abaissaràn  E mas amouretas  Se raprocharàn. (S'èri 'na virondèla  E posquès volar,  Traversariái l'aiga  Per l'anar 'mbraçar.) |  Outside my window, There is a little bird: It sings all night, It doesn't sing for me. Chorus If it sings, then what for? It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Across the garden, There's an almond tree That puts on white flowers As white as paper. Those white flowers Will become green almonds And fill up our pockets, Both mine and yours. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Those mountains Will lay down And my dear love Will come closer. (If I were a sparrow And I could fly, I'd cross the river Just to hug her.) |  A la font de Nîmes,  I a un ametlièr  Que fa de flors blancas  Coma lo papièr. Chorus Se canta, que cante,  Canta pas per ieu,  Canta per ma mia  Qu'es al luènh de ieu.  Aval dins la plana,  I a'n pibol traucat:  Lo cocut i canta  Quand i va nisar.  Aquelas montanhas  Que tan nautas son,  M'empachan de veire  Mas amors ont son.  Baissatz-vos, montanhas,  Planas, auçatz-vos,  Per que pòsca veire  Ont son mas amors.  Nautas son, plan nautas,  Mas s'abaissaràn  E mas amoretas  Apareisseràn.  |  At the fountain of Nîmes, There's an almond tree That puts on flowers As white as paper. Chorus If it sings, let it sing, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's far away from me. Down in the valley, There's a poplar with a hole: The cuckoo sings When it nests in there. Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. Lay down, o mountains And rise up, o plains So I may see Where my love has gone. They're high, so high, But they will lay down And my dear love Will appear. |  Aqueres montanhes  Que tant nautes son,  M'empèishen de véder  Mèns amors an o son. Nautes, se son nautes,  Ja s'abaisharàn  Es mies amoretes  Que s'aproparàn. Montanhes araneses  A on es pastors  Es hònts regalades  Tròben, e jordons. Se cantes, perqué cantes?  Cantes pas per jo,  Cantes per ma hilha  Que non ei près de jo. Montanhes coronades  Tot er an de nhèu,  Tan nautes e bères  Que vos pune eth cèu. Montanhes araneses  Pientades de rius,  De totes grandeses  Vos adorne Diu. Nòsti amors veiguéretz  Com rosèr florir,  Volem com es pares,  Guardant-vos morir.  |  Those mountains That are so high Keep me from seeing Where my love has gone. High, they're so high, But they will lay down, And my dear love Will come closer. Aran mountains Where the shepherds Shooting water springs Find, and raspberries too. If you sing, why do you? You're not singing for me, You're singing for my girl Who's not by my side. Mountains crowned All year long with snow, So high and beautiful That the sky kisses you.  Aran mountains Combed with riverlets, With all majesties God adorns you.  Our love you will see Like a rose bush blossom, We're flying like birds As we watch you die. |
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|  Dessús la montanha,  Lo solelh totjorn  L'i lèva l'aiganha  Ben abans miègjorn. Chorus Ardecha, Ardecha,  Qu'es nòstre país;  S'as pas vist Ardecha,  As jamai ren vist. Volana mai Ardecha,  Ovesa sustot,  Se n'es pas tròp secha,  Fai lo serpaton. Per faire la biaça,  L'i a de bon fojon;  La bona fogassa  Se fai a Vernon. Avèm la calheta  Mai de bons gratons,  La crica jauneta  E lo picodon. Avèm de montanhas  Que tochan lo cèu  E de verdas planas  Per los bons tropèus. Avèm de chastanhas  Gròssas coma d'uòus  E de bonas vinhas  Que fan l'òme nòu. Avèm de ribièras  Plenas de peissons  Que chantan dins l'aiga  La nueit mai lo jorn. Avèm la fialuesa  Que bat los cocons  E la fabricuesa  Per leis armoiras. Se l'aiga de Valse  Dins nòstre ventron,  L'i pren tròp de plaça,  Ardit lo corron! Fini ma chansonnette!  En bramant pertot  E de ma fenèstra,  Vos mande un poton.  |  Over the mountain, The sun always Dries off the dew Well before noon. Chorus Ardèche, Ardèche, This is our country; Who never saw Ardèche Has never seen anything. The Volane and the Ardèche And above all the Ouvèze, If they're not too dry, They will meander. For a good meal, We have good foujou; The best fougasse Is made in Vernon. We have caillette And good grattons, Crique ardéchoise And picodon. We have mountains That scrape the sky And green plains For good cattle. We have chestnuts As big as eggs And vineyards To revive our men. We have rivers That are full of fish Singing in the water Day and night. We have spinners Spinning their cocoons And female makers Of wardrobes and cupboards. If the Vals-les-Bains water In our stomach Takes too much room, It's time to plough! My little song is over! Shouting here and there And from my window, I send you a kiss. |  Vès Cruàs e vès Meissa,  Nos i van bastir  Una centralassa,  Nos faràn rostir. Chorus Ardecha, Ardecha,  Marvilhós país;  S'as pas vist Ardecha,  As jamai ren vist. L'estiu, la toristalha  Nos ven visitar,  Chaucha nòstra palha,  Nos pòt pus quitar. Per ganhar sa vida,  Per parlar d'argent,  Anèm a la vila  Qu'es sovent ben luènh. Lo vin e las persèjas  Se vendon pas ben  E mangèm de mèrda  Que siam europencs. Avèm de montanhas  Ont i a pus dengun  E nòstra campanha,  L'achapta mai d'un. Crotz dau cementèri,  Monument aus mòrts,  Nos parlatz d'empèris,  Nòstre fotut sòrt. Totas las usinas  En tren de sarrar;  Lo trauc de las minas,  Nos i l'an barrat. Los que los anèm quèrre  Per nos ajudar:  Lo prefèct, lo mère  E lo deputat. De chamins de fèrre,  Ara n'i a pus ges  E sobre los sèrres,  Lo monde an fugit.  |  In Cruas and Meysse, They're going to build A huge power plant That will us all. Chorus Ardèche, Ardèche, My wonderful country; Who never saw Ardèche Has never seen anything. In the summer, the tourists Come and visit us, They walk on our straw And don't want to leave. To earn our living, To talk about business, We go to the city, Which is usually quite far. Wine and peaches Don't make good money And we eat unhealthy food For being Europeans. We have mountains Where no one lives anymore And our countryside Gets sold to foreigners. Crosses in cemetery, War monuments, You tell us about empires, That's how we get paid. All the factories Are closing down; We dug the mines, They shut us out. So we go and call And ask for help The prefect, the mayor And the deputy. Railways Are all gone now And over the hills, People have fled. |  Paissètz, mas oelhetas,  Paissètz doçament,  Vos quiti soletas  Per un cort moment. La pastoreleta  Que ieu vau trobar,  S'anuja soleta  Jos d'aquel albar. Sus lo pont de Nantas,  I a un auselon,  Tota la nuèit canta,  Canta pas per ieu. Se canta, que cante,  Canta pas per ieu,  Canta per ma mia,  Qu'es al prèp de ieu. Dejós ma fenèstra,  I a un ametlièr  Que fa de flors blancas  Coma de papièr. S'aquelas flors blancas  Fasián d'ametlons,  N'empliriái mas pòchas  Per ela e per vos. |  Graze, my sheep, Graze in peace, I have to leave you For a short while. The nice little shepherdess That I'm going to meet Is getting bored Under that white poplar. On the bridge of Nantes, There is a little bird: It sings all night, It doesn't sing for me.  If it sings, let it sing, It's not singing for me, It sings for my love Who's close to me. Outside my window, There's an almond tree That puts on white flowers As white as paper.  Shall those white flowers Become green almonds, I'd fill up my pockets For her and for you. |  Best man:  Quand la prima arriba,  Lo gai rossinhòl,  D'amor per la riba,  Canta coma un fòl. Chorus Se canta, que cante,  Canta pas per ieu,  Guys:  Ni mai per ma mia!  Girls:  Ni mon fringaire!  All again:  Qual sap ont l'ai ieu! Bridesmaid:  Al cèl l'alauseta  Canta bon matin,  Puèi fa 'na pauseta  Dusca al despertin. All:  A sa pijoneta  Cada pijonet  Ditz sa cançoneta  E fa'n potonet.  All kiss. Groom:  Uèi de tu, mon fraire,  Ai bastit mon niu;  Rossinhòl cantaire,  Canta donc per ieu. Bride:  Coma tu, sorreta,  Uèi soi dins l'azur;  Joiala alauseta,  Canta mon bonur. All but bride and groom:  Que Dieu benesiga  Vòstre gente niu,  Que lèu i espeliga  Un polit pinçon. Ending chorus Se canta, que cante,  Cantarà per ieu,  Guys:  Emai per ma mia!  Girls:  E mon fringaire!  All again:  Qu'es al pè de ieu.  |  Best man:  When spring comes, The merry nightingale, For the love of the river bank, Sings like never before. Chorus If it sings and sings again, It's not singing for me, Guys:  Neither for my love!' Girls:  Nor for my lover! All again:  Who knows where they're now! Bridesmaid:  The little lark in the sky Has been singing since dawn And now it's taking a rest Until the mid-morning meal. All:  To each little pigeon girl Each little pigeon guy Sings his sweet little song And gives her a tender kiss.  All kiss. Groom:  Today, like you, brother, I've made my nest; Singing nightingale, Sing a tune for me. Bride:  Just like you, little sister, Today I'm in heaven; Happy little lark, Sing my happiness. All but bride and groom:  May God bless Your beautiful nest So that a pretty little bird Soon hatches in it. Ending chorus If it sings, let it sing, It will sing for me, Guys:  And also for my love! Girls:  And for my lover too! All again:  Who's here by my side. |