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