La Grischa - Museum Regiunal Surselva

sursilvan
m: Carli Scherrer
t: Alfons Vinzens
arr: Patricia Draeger
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ZUoLa roDa ZUoLa
Zuola roda zuola
zuglia incuntin
pleiga roda pleiga
tgiembla laun’e glin
ti raschunas da letezia
mo en mei ei mo tristezia
zuola roda zuola
zuglia incuntin
Mia mumm’ha era
prus tei fatg isar
ussa l’ei en fossa
ed jeu stoi plirar
ti raschunas da letezia
mo jeu tscherchel la carezia
mia mumm’ha era
prus tei fatg isar
suna roda sun’a
fin uss la canzun
tias melodias lain
mei abandun
ti raschunas da letezia
mo en mei ei mo tristezia
suna roda sun’a
fin uss la canzun
turn, wheel, turn
turn, wheel, turn,
keep on turning.
fold, wheel, fold.
pile up wool and linen.
your talk is of happiness,
but in me there’s nought
but sadness.
turn, wheel, turn,
keep on turning.
my mother worked
diligently with you too,
until worn out.
now she’s in her grave,
and I’m left lamenting.
your talk is of happiness,
but I’m in search of love.
my mother worked
diligently with you too,
until worn out.
Sing, wheel, sing
the song until it’s over now.
your tunes leave
me feeling distraught.
your talk is of happiness,
but in me there’s nought
but sadness.
Sing, wheel, sing
the song until it’s over now.
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aGL iesTer
Tgeara irundeala turnas tei digl sid
vas an patria beala porta egn salid
igl mieus cor andira mal da tgea jou ve
o quegl fuss vantira da turnar cun te
igl duer mi leia da star lientsch davent
legra vas tia veia nass cun te bugent
mia olma crida bregia plagn dalur
spert es tei svanida aint agl cler azur
sutsilvan
m: Curò Mani jun.
t: Jon Guidon
vers. sutsilvana: Curo Mani sen.
arr: Patricia Draeger
goIng abroad
beloved swallow, leaving the south,
flying back to the lovely land of home,
convey a greeting, please.
how my heart aches
with the homesickness I feel.
what a joy it would be to return with thee.
duty makes me stay in distant parts
happy art thou to depart.
fain would I come with thee.
my soul is crying out in pain.
thou art quickly out of sight
in the clear blue sky.