Марлена МОШ. Сборник Аудио 2012

№1 Avik Bird-melody (The wonderful strange bird…)

№2 Krunk The crane

№3 Dle yaman

№4 Oror Lullaby

№5 Mokats Mirza

№6 Mountains" dance

(live recording from concert in Moscow)

№7 Gutani erg (Pull, move from a place, the bull dear{expensive}. Store{keep} the Lord of your owner!)

№8 Kali erg Harvest song

Ox jan, brother jan. Thresh, move, go in circles. Go, handsome, get up. Go, peach-coloured, pull! Go, stubborn, a little more!

№9 Horovel Plowing

In the morning, light and goodness woke up, my ox jan, my old jan. Pull it, pull it, drug the plow, my ox jan.

№10 Gutanerg Plow song (song is performed on Karabakh dialect)

Talk with ox while working — with breadwinner, nature and God, muster with the other shepherds - calf lost, finally found

№11 Garun (Aror u Tatrak) Spring (Blackbird and Turtle-dove)

A blackbird gives a consolation to a turtle-dove: Spring is coming, we will make a nest in the mountains.

№12 Ashkharums akh chim kashi ((I’ll never utter no one sigh)

«I’ll never utter any sigh until you jan will be for me, until you will a gold pinjan crowded of live water for me…

You are sultan and khan for me»

№13 Arants kiz Without you

“And a saz does not sound, and there is not a joy from a soibat without you.

I have a garden, I will be never seduced by another garden”

One remedy how to apply for two wounds? One servant can’t serve for two masters?

One gardener for two garden? But your clown gardener wants to plant new saplings

in his single garden. I don’t need all earthly treasures without you,

If you go away – I will make no hurt to anybody.

I’ll put on my chuhu, put headscarf on the head. In all the churches I will pray for you.

gusan Shirin

№14 Aigepan Gardener

Gardener, what are you doing? Sow the seeds into fertile ground, not to the bog.

The crow, whatever well fed, will never become the nightingale.

№15 Sayat-Nova. Dun en gylhen. Address to the Tsar

armenian folk

№16 Es puchur em I am a baby

My slippers are of apricot color. Oh, dear, I am a baby.

There is a gold ring on my finger. Oh, dear, I am a baby.

Want to fondle my heart? I am a baby, the water rose,

And what will the brother say? I am a baby, water gold

I am a flower, dew on the petals, braid bordered with satin ribbon

I am a baby for my beloved, the water rose,

the jewel under the sun beam, I am a baby, water gold.

Печатать

Отправить