A song in Caló called "Orobroy"

[Virgi]

Hi all!!
I've found a beautiful song in Caló (fortunately, translated into Spanish) and I'd like you to translate it in many languages as possible, to compare the words in Caló with the other ones.
Of course,if you want to hear the song, I'll send it to you as soon as i have it converted to mp3

"The Gipsy Language (the Romaní Language), is one the oldest Language of the world. It comes from the Sanskrit, cultured Language of a religious and literary long tradition with an important morphological and phonological richness. The Romaní Language, actually spoken by all the gipsies in the world, has got a number of dialects which have grown along the gipsies migrations in Europe, by introducing Language’s elements of the country where they settled. In Spain they speak the Caló dialect".


Bus junelo a purí golí e men arate
sos guillabella duquelando
palal gres e berrochí,
prejenelo a Undebé sos bué men orchí callí
ta andiar diñelo andoba suetí
rujis pre alangarí

Cuando escucho la vieja voz de mi sangre
que canta y llora recordando
pasados siglos de horror,
siento a Dios que perfuma mi alma
y en el mundo voy sembrando
rosas en vez de dolor

[proycon]

Als ik luister naar de oude stem van mijn bloed,
die zingt en huilt, al herrinnerende
de vergaande eeuwen van verschrikking,
voel ik God die mijn ziel kleurt en in de
wereld zaai ik rozen in plaats van pijn.

[Luís]

Portuguese

Quando escuto a velha voz do meu sangue
que canta e chora recordando
séculos passados de horror
sinto Deus que perfuma a minha alma
e no mundo vou semeando
rosas em vez de dor

English (natives, do correct any mistakes)

When I listen to the old voice of my blood
that sings and cries remembering
past centuries of horror
I feel God, who scents my soul
and in the world I keep on sowing
roses instead of pain

[proycon]

Here's english as well, since not everybody will be able to translate from spanish:

When I listen to the old voice of my blood
that sings and cries remembering ages of horror,
I feel God who gives colour to my soul
and in the world I go sowing
roses instead of pain.

[proycon]

Oh.. Luis posted just before me with an english version, ah well

btw.. I don't like this poem at all

[Luís]

I feel God who gives colour to my soul

"Perfumar" has to do with smell, not colour

[Psi-Lord]

Though risking to verge on the offtopic side of things, 'sentir' could also be thought of as 'oír', couldn't it? And yet, it'd fit the composition just fine, too.

[Guest]

Catalan

Quan escolto la vella veu de la meva sang
que canta i plora recordant
segles passats d'horror
sento Déu com perfuma la meva ànima
i pel món vaig sembrant
roses en lloc de patiment.

Basque (corrections will be welcome)

Nire odolaren hots zaharra entzutzen dudanean,
kanta ta negar egiten den, gogoratzen
izuz mende zaharrak,
Jaungoikoak nire arima perfumatzen dun sentitzen dut,
eta munduan ereiten ari ditut
arrosak oinazen ordez.

Though risking to verge on the offtopic side of things, 'sentir' could also be thought of as 'oír', couldn't it? And yet, it'd fit the composition just fine, too.

No, it happens in Catalan, but not in Spanish. In Catalan "sentir=to hear=to feel" while in Spanish "sentir=to feel and oír=to hear". Although, there're a few regions where they use "sentir" as "to hear", but it's not correct.

Regards

[Guest]

Bien, Psi-Lord y guest...

En el diccionario de la RAE (Real Academia de la Lengua Española) vienen varios significados del verbo "sentir", entre ellos:

(Del lat. sentīre).
1. tr. Experimentar sensaciones producidas por causas externas o internas.
2. tr. Oír o percibir con el sentido del oído. Siento pasos.

Psi-Lord, aunque tu propuesta es correcta, no creo que Dios haga ruido al perfumar a nadie, a menos que use un spray o algo así Es en sentido poético, pero, de todas formas, ha sido una buena apreciación, Psi

Besos

Virgi

[Zaduma]

An old thread, but I would like to ask you Virgi to send me the song if you still have it Plus, a Polish version:

Kiedy słyszę stary głos mojej krwi
co śpiewa i krzyczy przypominając
minione wieki zgrozy
czuję Boga, który perfumuje* moją duszę
i idę w świat siejąc
róże zamiast bólu

*I'd even say wypełnia zapachami, that means fill with fragrance

(me, I liked the poem a lot )

[Kubi]

German version:

Wenn ich die alte Stimme meines Blutes höre,
die singt und weint in der Erinnerung
an vergangene Jahrhunderte des Horrors,
fühle ich Gott, der meine Seele beduftet
und in die Welt säe ich
Rosen statt Schmerz

[Stan]

ESPERANTO

Kiam mi aŭskultas al la maljuna voĉo de mia sango,
ke kantas kaj ploras memoranta epokojn de hororo,
Mi sentas Dio, kiu donas koloron al mia animo,
kaj en la mondo mi daŭras semi,
rozojn anstataŭ doloro.


If there is anything wrong with that, please correct it.

[Stan]

ESPERANTO

Kiam mi aŭskultas al la maljuna voĉo de mia sango,
ke kantas kaj ploras memoranta epokojn de hororo,
Mi sentas Dio, kiu donas koloron al mia animo,
kaj en la mondo mi daŭrigas semi,
rozojn anstataŭ doloro.


If there is anything wrong with that, please correct it.

[DelBoy]

Irish:

Nuair a éistim le seanghuth m'fhola
a chanann 's a ghoileann ag cuimhneamh
ar aoiseanna caite lán le huafás
Mothaim Dia, a chuireann cumhrán ar m'anam
agus leanfaidh mé ag cur
rósanna in áit pian sa domhan.

[JackFrost]

When I listen to the old voice of my blood
that sings and cries remembering
ages of horror,
I feel God who gives colour to my soul
and in the world I go sowing
roses instead of pain.

FRANÇAIS/FRENCH
Quand j'écoute à la vieille voix de ma sang
qui chante et pleure de se rappeler
des âges d'horreur,
Je sens Dieu qui donne des couleurs à mon âme
et au monde j'entre de semer
des roses au lieu de la douleur.

ÍSLENSKA/ICELANDIC
Hvenær ég hlusta á gamlu röddinni af blóðinu mínu
sem syngar og grætur að muna
öldirnar af ótta
Ég þræta á Guðum sem gefur liki á sálinni minni
og í veröld fer ég að sá
rósirnar í staðinn fyrir verkinum.

[unsubtool]

korean

지난 공포의 시대를 기억하며 노래하고 울부짖는
내 핏 속 오랜 목소리를 듣고 있노라면
난 내 영혼을 쫓고 있는 신을 느낀다.
그리고 난 계속 이 세상에 고통 대신 장미를 뿌리리라.

[begliocchi]

Italian: Quando ascolto la vecchia voce del mio sangue
che canta e piange ricordando
i secoli passati di orrore
sento Dio, che mi profuma l'anima
e nel mondo resto piantando
le rose invece del dolore

[kuszi]

Hungarian / Magyar

Ha hallom vérem régi hangjait
Hogy énekli, sírja emlékeit
A szörnyű múltnak évszázadait

Érzem Isten felkente lelkem
És a világba majd ültetek
Én Rózsákat, fájdalom helyett


/not rigid word-by word, through the spanish version
Last line "Én" (esp: yo) is not there explicitly and
instead of recordando (remembering) Hungarian emlékeit is used (memories), which is not a big
difference of the meaning as in Hungarian emlék (memory) and emlékezés (remembering) share the same root...

More emphasis was put on musicality, rhyme and number of syllables/

[dkatbena]

Tagalog: I have to follow the words arrangement and rhyme in Tagalog.I think calo is kaluluwa(soul) in Tagalog.

Sa aking pakinig sa lumang tinig ng aking lahi,tila isang awit na may halong pagtangis na gumugunita sa nakalipas na panahon ng pagkahapis.Gayon pa man, Maykapal pa rin sa "kaluluwang" ito ang aking samyo.rosa nga ang hatid ko sa daigdig sa halip na iyang pait.

[melski]

Quite an old thread, but I really like this poem, so here's my French correction of JackFrost version

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Quand j'écoute la vieille voix de mon sang
Qui chante et pleure, se rappelant
Des siècles passés d'horreur,
Je sens Dieu qui parfume mon âme
Et, dans le monde, je pars semer
Des roses au lieu de la douleur.