Secret Concert - Peterhouse, Cambridge - Lullabies

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Members of the Famous SOAS Rebetiko Band perform three lullabies from our "Secret Concert" programme.
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The concert was held in Peterhouse, Cambridge, and we thank the Master and Fellows for making available the college's wonderful theatre for this event.
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The song information is posted below:

VICKY ANASTASIOU: Lullaby -- Αγια Μαρίνα τζιαι τζυρά
["Ayia Marina tziai tzira" -- "Saint Marina"]

This sweet lullaby was sung by Mrs Chrysanthy, my teacher in the 4th grade of primary school .

Every day, a few minutes before school ended, she would tell us to put our heads on the desk, close our eyes and rest before we headed off to our homes, and she would sing this song.

As a child, this would bring a clash into my mind, because all day long in the classroom the teachers would be "correcting" our dialect into "proper" Greek, and then at the end of the day our teacher would sing something in the Cypriot dialect...

When I was young, I didn't like the song, because she used to sing out of tune. Later in life I have come to appreciate it, and I remember her with great respect and love.. I haven't seen her since then...

SUNA: Lori Lori - A Kurdish lullaby

Like other Kurdish songs, Kurdish lullabies are full of sorrow. Like mothers anywhere in the world, Kurdish women sing children to sleep. However, their songs are full of sadness and helplessness, partly due to the fact of poverty, and partly from their awareness that their children cannot be provided with a bright future as a result of war, executions, migration, lack of a state and and lack of basic rights. All this is reflected in this lullaby. You can easily empathise with their feelings even if you do not understand the lyrics.

Translation

My son is sick, and is deeply wounded,
Which renders the poor mother destitute.
The poor mother is hungry and thirsty,
Imploring the doctor for a cure,

As the father is a shepherd in the mountains.
My son is sick and in bed at home,
Hope is now up to God,
And the poor mother is destitute.

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