El coro de La Tahá en la era de Capilerilla, La Tahá cantando "Alpujarra Mazurka", la música por Eduardo de Pitres y las letras por Roque de Pamplona.
Era el estreno del coro en la televisión de España
The choros of La Taha in the threshing ground of Capilerilla, Alpujarra, Andalucia, Spain singing "Alpujarra Mazurka", the music was written by Eduardo from Pitres and the lyrics by Roque from Pamplona.
This was the first time the chorus appeared on Spanish Television
Thursday, 12 November 2009
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Alpujarra
Poemas por Joselon, las emociones en español
Poems by Joselon, emotions in English (not a translation)
Mountain Mine
Contemplating the mountain, sitting on my door step,
I was overwhelmed by tenderness, as I heard what she had to tell.
To all men under the sun, to the kings of the earth,
She cared and loved them all, just as children from her womb
Fruits without measure grow in her rugged hands,
From her stone heart springs the river and the well.
How many suns have shone upon her tracks and ways
How many men have come, tallied and faded away.
Her skin bears the imprint where men have toiled
Her face all burned up and her womb sorely violated
SLEEP OH MY MOUNTAIN. SLEEP AT LEAST FOR A SHORT WHILE.
SLEEP OH MY MOUTAIN.WHILE I SING FOR YOU THIS LULABYE.
Montaña Mia
En mi puerta me sente a contemplar la montaña
y me llene de ternura al oir lo que contaba.
No hubo rey en la tierra ni vasallo bajo el sol,
que no cuidase cual hijo que de su vientre naciera.
De su corazon de piedra, mana el agua que da la vida
y de sus manos rugosas, nacen frutos sin medida.
Cuantos soles alumbraron sus caminos y senderos
Cuantos hombres ha llegado, caminaron un rato y
despues se fueron.
En su piel lleva la huella que el hombre le va dejando,
Quemaduras en el rostro y sus senos mancillados.
DUERMETE MONTAÑA!
DUERMETE SIQUIERA UN RATO!
Poems by Joselon, emotions in English (not a translation)
Mountain Mine
Contemplating the mountain, sitting on my door step,
I was overwhelmed by tenderness, as I heard what she had to tell.
To all men under the sun, to the kings of the earth,
She cared and loved them all, just as children from her womb
Fruits without measure grow in her rugged hands,
From her stone heart springs the river and the well.
How many suns have shone upon her tracks and ways
How many men have come, tallied and faded away.
Her skin bears the imprint where men have toiled
Her face all burned up and her womb sorely violated
SLEEP OH MY MOUNTAIN. SLEEP AT LEAST FOR A SHORT WHILE.
SLEEP OH MY MOUTAIN.WHILE I SING FOR YOU THIS LULABYE.
Montaña Mia
En mi puerta me sente a contemplar la montaña
y me llene de ternura al oir lo que contaba.
No hubo rey en la tierra ni vasallo bajo el sol,
que no cuidase cual hijo que de su vientre naciera.
De su corazon de piedra, mana el agua que da la vida
y de sus manos rugosas, nacen frutos sin medida.
Cuantos soles alumbraron sus caminos y senderos
Cuantos hombres ha llegado, caminaron un rato y
despues se fueron.
En su piel lleva la huella que el hombre le va dejando,
Quemaduras en el rostro y sus senos mancillados.
DUERMETE MONTAÑA!
DUERMETE SIQUIERA UN RATO!
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