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Manau - La Tribu De
Dana
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Cant Take My Eyes Off Of You
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La Tribu de Dana
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Manau - La Tribu De Dana - (Fransizca)
Clan of Dana
The wind blew across the plains of Armorica
and I cast a glance toward my wife, my son, my land.
Akim, the blacksmiths son, came to collect me:
The druids have brought war to the valley,
where our forebears,
great Celtic warriors all,
prevailed through so many great battles.
But now it was time to defend our land
against
an army of Simerians hungry to cross swords.
The whole clan came together near the great monoliths
to beseech
a blessing from the gods.
My brothers and I prayed, and, with my heart still calm,
the chiefs had us drink of mead
to give us courage and keep us steady on course
to stand great and proud in battle.
I set off for combat for the
very first time,
and I hope I can be worthy of the Clan of Dana.
Refrain:
In the Valley of Dana, the echoes
rang around me.
In the Valley of Dana, with battle cries amid the tombs.
After casting magic spells,
the
whole of the clan, swords in hand, ran toward the adversary.
The battle was terrible and all I saw were shadows
cutting
across the enemy, fighting in wave after wave.
One after another, before my very eyes,
my brothers fell under the
weight of the barbarians blades
the spears, the axes, the swords in this Garden of Eden
whose verdant fields now
ran with blood.
In days of woe like these,
where men test the limits of evil and hatred,
should we carry
out a battle already lost?
Such was the pride of all the clan
that the battle raged on, ferociously, even eagerly,
unto the setting sun.
It fell to us to defend this land where our forebears lay to rest
and uphold the ways and
laws of the Clan of Dana.
At valleys edge we heard a trumpet blare
as the enemy chief recalled his troops.
Did
they understand that we would fight in hell if need be?
And that this land belonged to us, the Clan of Dana?
The warriors
retreated, and I stood confused
by what had happened to bring us to this place.
As I looked around me, I found
myself the last man standing in our clan.
The sword fell from my grip and my face ran with tears.
Ive never understood
why the gods should have spared me
from this black day in our history I recollect for you now.
The wind still blows
across the plains of Armorica,
and I am back with my wife, my son, my land.
I rebuilt it all with these very hands
to stand as I am now, lord of the Clan of Dana.
HIJO DE LA LUNA
tonto el que no entienda
cuenta una leyenda
que una hembra gitana
conjuró a la luna
hasta el amanecer
llorando pedía
al llegar el día desposar un calé
tendrás a tu hombre piel morena
desde el
cielo hablo la luna llena
pero a cambio quiero
el hijo primero
que le engendres a él
que quién su hijo inmola
para no estar sola
poco le iba a querer.
(chorus)
Luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
que pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel
hijo de la luna.
De padre
canela nació un niño
blanco como el lomo de un armiño
con los ojos grises
en vez de aceituna
niño albino de
luna
maldita su estampa
este hijo es de un payo
y yo no me lo cayo.
Gitano al creerse deshonrado
se fue
a zu mujer cuchillo en mano
¿de quién es el hijo ?
me has engañado fijo
y de muerte la hirio
luego se hizo
al monte
con el niño en brazos
y allí le abandono
(chorus)
Luna quieres ser madre
y no encuentras
querer
que te haga mujer
dime luna de plata
que pretendes hacer
con un niño de piel
hijo de la luna.
Y
las noches que haya luna llena
sera porque el niño este de buenas
y si el niño llora
menguara la luna
para
hacerle una cuna
y si el niño llora
menguara la luna
para hacerle una cuna
Hijo De La Luna (Ingilizce Cevrimi)
Son of the moon
Foolish is he who doesn't understand.
A legend
tells
Of a gipsy woman
Who pleaded with the moon
Until dawn.
Weeping, she begged
For a gipsy man
To
marry the following day.
"You'll have your man,
Tawny skin,"
Said the full moon
From the
sky.
"But in return I want
The first child
That you have with him.
Because she who sacrifices her child
So that she is not alone,
Isn't likely to love him very much."
Chorus:
Moon, you want to be
mother,
But you cannot find a love
Who makes you a woman.
Tell me, silver moon,
What you intend to do
With
a child of flesh.
A-ha-ha, a-ha-ha,
Son of the moon.
From a cinnamon-skinned father
A son was born,
White as the back
Of an ermine,
With grey eyes
Instead of olive --
Moon's albino child.
"Damn
his appearance!
This is not a gipsy man's son
And I will not put up with that."
Chorus
Believing
to be dishonoured,
The gipsy went to his wife,
A knife in his hand.
"Whose son is this?
You've certainly
fooled me!"
And he wounded her mortally.
Then he went to the woodlands
With the child in his arms
And
left it behind there.
Chorus
And the nights
The moon is full
It is because the child
Is
in a good mood.
And if the child cries,
The moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
And if the child cries,
The
moon wanes
To make him a cradle.
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