French Folk Song - Unknown Female

[frenchrescue]

@zzenzero

This song is sometimes called "Belle Nanon".

The version you've posted starts like this :

"Un matin je me lève, plus mat que le jour

Au château de la belle j'en vais y faire l'amour..."

I'm sending to you the lyrics by mail. You can add them to the description of the song.

Hope it will help,

Frenchrescue

Note : Maybe you will like one of the song I've posted, too (it's a "medieval" French drinking song)

Ah que nos pères étaient heureux - Faëria - French and English subtitles

[AgentCalifornia]

I wish I could fully transcribe the lyrics... I can only catch a few things though. Does anyone know the lyrics to this song or even the name?

[zzenzero]

@AgentCalifornia

I no nothing at all, other than I love everything about the song. I would be grateful if you could post whatever you can deduce from the lyrics ... please, Such threads as these ultimately uncover so much, as its 'brother' thread has shown. Thank you for your response. Bon Annee!! : )

[frenchrescue]

C'est votre amant qui parle à vous."(It's your lover talking to you.")

Elle allume sa chandelle (She lits up her candle)

et met son jupon blanc (And puts on her white petticoat)

Elle va ouvrir la porte (She comes to open the door)

A son fidèle amant (For her faithful lover)

Elle se jette dedans ses bras (She throws herself into his arms)

En lui disant : (Saying :)

- "Oh c'est y toi (Oh is it you)

Mon cher amant (My beloved one)

[frenchrescue]

qu'est revenu du régiment ?" (who has come back from the regiment ?)

- "Retire toi la belle (Keep your distance my pretty one)

car tu me fais mourir (because you make me die)

Le régiment m'appelle (The regiment is calling me)

Il faut lui obéir. (I must obey.)

Je suis engagé pour sept ans (I'm engaged for seven years)

en Orient (in the East)

Je suis engagé pour sept ans (I'm engaged for seven years)

C'est pour servir le régiment" (To serve the regiment)

[frenchrescue]

- "Sept ans mon cher amant

- "Seven years my dear lover

Sept ans c'est bien longtemps.(Seven years is a lot of time.)

Qui contera mes peines, mes chagrins, mes tourments ? (To whom will I tell my pains, my sorrows, my troubles ?)

Je m'en irai dedans ce champ (I'll go in this field)

toujours pleurant, (always weeping,)

toujours pleurant mon cher amant (always weeping for my dear lover)

celui que mon coeur aimait tant." (The one I loved so much.)

[frenchrescue]

- "Les garçons du village (The boys of the village)

ce sont de bons enfants, (they are good lads)

ils te feront l'amour (they'll make love to you)

pendant que je serai absent.(while I'm away)

Ils te diront de temps en temps (They will tell you sometimes)

Pleurez pas tant (Don't weep so much)

Pleurez pas tant votre amant (Don't weep so much for your lover)

car il est mort au régiment." (because he died serving the regiment)

[frenchrescue]

- "Les garçons du village ne savent pas faire l'amour. (The boys of the village don't know how to make love)

Ils ont toujours le même langage, toujours le même discours, (They always speak the same language, they always say the same speech)

Ce n'est pas comme toi, hélas, mon cher amant, (Unlike you, alas ! , my dear lover,)

A chaque fois que tu es là il y a toujours du changement. (Every time you are here there is some change.)

[frenchrescue]

Please feel completely free to correct all the mistakes I've made in the English translation (I'm not fluent in English)

And if you like medieval songs, I recommend this one I've uploaded on youtube :

Ah que nos pères étaient heureux - Faeria - French and English subtitles.

French rescue

[zzenzero]

@frenchrescue

Wow! Thank you so much for all this! You have really brought the song and this thread to life. I great appreciate your efforts in translating this beautiful song. :-) Nice to see such lovely uploads and songs at your own channel too. You are rightly called 'french rescue' because you rescue songs. I enjoyed Ah que nos pères étaient heureux by Faëria ... very uplifting, but now I need a drink quick!! Thanks again. :-)

[zzenzero]

@frenchrescue

I forgot to say that I always felt this was a very poignant song, and now because of your translation, I know that it is. Thanks again. : )

[frenchrescue]

@zzenzero

Here are the lyrics :

Un matin je me lève, plus mat que le jour (One morning I wake up, more mat than the day)

Au château de la belle j'en vais y faire l'amour (To the castle of my Lady I go to make love)

- "Belle dame, et vous, sommeillez vous ? (My Lady, you, are you asleep ?)

Chère Nanon (Dear Nanon)

Si vous dormez réveillez vous (If you're sleeping, wake up)

[meusisto]

By whom are those beatiful paintings?

[zzenzero]

@meusisto

They are by various French Impressionists. No one artist. They are indeed beautiful. :-)

[meusisto]

@zzenzero

Famous artists?

[zzenzero]

@meusisto

A few by Renoir including the red-hatted lady, and lots by Monet. 

[Paisiblemontagne64]

Quelle chanson magnifique ... Vive la culture Française !

[zzenzero]

@Paisiblemontagne64

Thank you for your comments. :) namaste

[Paisiblemontagne64]

@zzenzero Thank you for posting this ! Namaste =)

[zzenzero]

Thank you, GoaBeachIrishRose, for sharing some inspired poetry and thoughts.

"Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown" stayed with me. :)

Earth, Water, Fire and Air ... set together in the garden fair ...is one way to look at it all. Each needs the other and is part of the great star that gives us life. The poet's passion and inspiration is as vital as those who bring us the physical things we need. The heart must be served as well as the body, for we have been given both.

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

It is a very beautiful work! Impression's images and wild celtic feelings... It is a great!

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

Thank you for your response. The marriage of music and images makes video-making so enjoyable. There is no better way to express one's love of a song. Have a beautiful summer! :)

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

It is a beautiful Summer Morning... During a few hour I listen a bird's songs in the window and! reading Yours beautiful words! And my soul is dissolving in all of them................

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

And when we dissolve, we are ready for our new adventures and journeys ... serenaded and inspired by the blackbird, the thrush, the wren who wing us on our way through the gates of dawn ... have a beautiful day! :)

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

In that yesterday moment (when I read Yours words and write myself).... I recieved very Zen (?!) and Strange adventure! I write also a little story for one girl about Paris in The Middle Ages, about strange fantastic creauters on Gothic Churches....... About I was a Cat with wings and she was the Alchemist :)At this point, a huge ginger cat fell from the 7th floor and flew past my window at a tree...

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

Thank you for sharing that experience. I can connect the zen and ginger cat part for you ... zenzer is Italian for ginger ... zenzero can be translated as 'gingerbreadman' ... and Syd Barrett would probably have it no other way. Flying cats and Gothic churches can only be good. :)

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

I have long thought about what You said .... And remembered ... Now and Zen by Led Zeppelin. Endless present, here and now .. and a breakthrough to somewhere, enlightenment. And a shock - from ginger cat, and why I press this moment button "post" to You? And....... in this Your Zen was ginger bread man like zenzero! Dissloved world, celtic and psychedelic, and fantasy gothic, Giger and zenzero..... It was a sign for the soul like the one poem by Edgar Allan Poe......

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

I've got a clan of gingerbreadman / Here a man, there a man, lot's of gingerbreadman/ Take a couple if you wish/ They're on the dish ... Syd Barrett 1967 (from " Bike")

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero this tree of its branches on my balcony! I ran out of the house and went to the cat to the hospital, he was right, but it was all in sync and confirmed a certain magic that has arisen between you and me, it was Zen!

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

I'm glad Zenzer was ok. We have a cat called Millie ... a thoroughly modern cat. She has invented a new language called 'eye' and is teaching it to me. Magic ... now there's a wonderful thing. Everything has magic potential ... none more so than the ordinary day. :)

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

Maybe it's not magic, and waking life? But it's magic, of course. The evolution of people walked slowly to a true understanding of the world. I like your cat:)

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

Millie thanks you ... as she sits by the garden pond guarding the fish. The cat is the rabbit is the hare ... is Pisces. The two worlds ...

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

Edgar Allan Poe

Stanzas How often we forget all time, when lone Admiring Nature's universal throne; Her woods- her wilds- her mountains- the intense Reply of HERS to OUR intelligence! [BYRON, The Island.]

 In youth have I known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held- as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty from his birth: Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

There is something wonderful about the way Nature speaks to the young child who responds with all the wonder and enthusiasm that we spend a lifetime trying to recapture. Paradise Lost ... but it's always there, an open invitation to us to return to the "splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower". Some do. :)

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A passionate light- such for his spirit was fit- And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour Of its own fervor what had o'er it power. Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought To a fever by the moonbeam that hangs o'er, But I will half believe that wild light fraught With more of sovereignty than ancient lore Hath ever told- or is it of a thought The unembodied essence, and no more,

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass As dew of the night-time o'er the summer grass? Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye To the loved object- so the tear to the lid Will start, which lately slept in apathy? And yet it need not be- (that object) hid From us in life- but common- which doth lie Each hour before us- but then only, bid With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken, To awake us- 'Tis a symbol and a token

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

Of what in other worlds shall be- and given

 In beauty by our God, to those alone Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven Drawn by their heart's passion, and that tone, That high tone of the spirit which hath striven, Tho' not with Faith- with godliness- whose throne With desperate energy 't hath beaten down; Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

Oh yeah .... I love the song by Silly Wizard If I was a blackbird :)....

[zzenzero]

@GoaBeachIrishRose

I don't know what albatrosses and cormorants would make of such a blackbird! Is there anything more beautiful than the blackbird singing out a summers evening? What a voice!

[GoaBeachIrishRose]

@zzenzero

After Silly Wizard songs about it .... After some strange Irish legend about lost lovers who turn into the blackbird and after the birds are constantly screaming at me through the window in the flavor of the trees - and I believe in it. We hear the same song ...