La Grischa - Museum Regiunal Surselva
La Grischa - Museum Regiunal Surselva
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10<br />
Donna Donna ve a chà<br />
Donna donna ve a chà<br />
cha teis hom at cloma<br />
sch’el am cloma, schi lascha’l clomar<br />
eu stun qua, e vögl ballar<br />
illura vegn a chasa<br />
Donna donna ve a chà<br />
cha tes hom ha mal<br />
scha’l ha mal schi lascha’l crappar<br />
eu stun qua e vögl ballar<br />
illura vegn a chasa<br />
Donna donna ve a chà<br />
cha tes hom es mort<br />
scha’l es mort, schi’l sepuli<br />
eu stun qua e vögl siglir<br />
illura vegn a chasa<br />
Donna donna ve a chà<br />
chi’d es da partir la roba<br />
chi’d es da partir<br />
stögl finir da ballar<br />
o deis meis linzöls, o segner char<br />
eu cuor be spüfs a chasa<br />
wIfe, wIfe, come home<br />
wife, wife, come home<br />
’cos your husband’s calling you.<br />
If he’s calling, let him call.<br />
I’m staying here and want to dance.<br />
then I’ll come home.<br />
wife, wife, come home<br />
’cos your husband’s feeling ill.<br />
If he’s feeling ill, let him perish.<br />
I’m staying here and want to dance.<br />
then I’ll come home.<br />
wife, wife, come home<br />
’cos your husband’s dead.<br />
If he’s dead, you bury him.<br />
I’m staying here and want to jump.<br />
then I’ll come home.<br />
wife, wife, come home<br />
’cos it’s time to share the chattels.<br />
If it’s time to share the chattels,<br />
I’ll have to stop dancing.<br />
o god, my sheets, dear lord,<br />
I’m rushing home, fast as I can.<br />
vallader<br />
chanz. pop. rum.<br />
arr: ensemble<br />
11<br />
aL<strong>La</strong>s sTei<strong>La</strong>s<br />
o schei vus caras steilas<br />
el firmament<br />
pertgei viv’ins sin tiara<br />
mo in mo in mument<br />
Pertgei ston ins sin tiara<br />
pitir, pitir<br />
quei cuort mument ch’ins viva<br />
epi epi murir<br />
quei cuort mument ch’ins viva<br />
epi epi smarschir<br />
o quel ch’ei vies scaffider<br />
ha mei scaffiu<br />
quel che vies cuors diregia<br />
ei er ei er miu Diu<br />
Perquei siu mal emblida<br />
miu cor suffront<br />
cu’l ellas sferas vesa<br />
vus steilas tarlischont<br />
oh StarS<br />
oh tell us, ye bright stars<br />
in the firmament,<br />
why do we live on earth<br />
only for, only for a moment?<br />
why do we on earth<br />
have to suffer, suffer<br />
for that brief moment that we live<br />
and then, and then die,<br />
for that brief moment that we live<br />
and then, and then perish?<br />
oh, he who is your creator<br />
created me.<br />
he who determines your course<br />
is my, is my god too.<br />
So his suffering<br />
forgets my suffering heart,<br />
when in the heavens<br />
he sees you stars shining.<br />
sursilvan<br />
m: Tumasch Dolf<br />
t: Alfons Tuor<br />
arr: Albin Brun
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