XIAO HE TANG SHUI
Arrt. Shui Jiang tian
L'eau qui coule dans le ruisseau
Chanson folklorique traditionnelle de la province du Yunnan dans le sud-ouest de la Chine.yue liang chu lai liang wang wang, xiang qi wo de a mei zai shen shan mei xiang yue liang tian shang zou, shan xia xiao he tang shui qing you you. xiao he tang shui hua la la xiang a ge zai shen shan fang niu yang. yang er fei lai niu er zhuang, dou shuo a ge shi ge hao er lang yue liang chu lai zhao ban po, wang hian yue liang xiang qi wo de a ge, yi shen qing feng chui shang po ni ke tin jian a mei jiao a ge? |
La lune monte claire dans le ciel Je me souviens de ma fille dans les montagnes lointaines La lune, ma souer, traverse le ciel Le ruisseau clair coule tranquillement au-dessous de la montagne La rivière claque. Mon garçon éléve du bétail et des moutons dans les montagnes lointaines Les moutins sont gros et le bétail est fort Tout le monde dit que mon garçon est un homme fort La lune se léve, éclaire le versant de la montagne Je vois la lune, ma fille me manque Une brise fraîche souffle sur la colline Entends-tu mon appel, mon frère ? |
Xiao he tang shui (2019)
Echappées Belles
Xiao he tang shui ("The Small Murmuring River ")
Traditional folk song from Yunnan Province in South West China.
The moon shines out brightly,
I remember my daughter in the distant mountains,
The moon, my sister walks across the sky,
THe clear brook below the mountain flows leisurely
The flowing brook is loud and
My son is herding cattle and sheep in the distant mountains
The sheep are stout and the cattle are strong
Everyone says my son is a good strong man
The moon rises, illuminating the moutainside
I watch the moon, I miss my daughter
A cool breeze blows on the hill
Do you hear my call, my brother?
The moon shines out brightly,
I remember my daughter in the distant mountains,
The moon, my sister walks across the sky,
THe clear brook below the mountain flows leisurely
The flowing brook is loud and
My son is herding cattle and sheep in the distant mountains
The sheep are stout and the cattle are strong
Everyone says my son is a good strong man
The moon rises, illuminating the moutainside
I watch the moon, I miss my daughter
A cool breeze blows on the hill
Do you hear my call, my brother?
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