Tradycyjne piosenki

1. L'alba spunta già; deh, se devi andar per le vie del mondo, non tardar. Ogni studentin, gaio soldatin, lascia i libri e l'università. Ciao biondina, ci rivedremo, un bel giorno ci incontreremo. Da lontan, quando resterò solo col mio cuor, ti penserò: sogne...

Alternando con los libros, tengo un nombre de mujer que me sirve de amuleto a la hora de aprender. Es un nombre muy cortito: cinco letras sólo son. Cinco letras que se expanden dentro de mi corazón. ¡Ay María, mi María, dulce nombre de mujer! Te repito noche...

Maître Jacques le notaire Maître Jacques le notaire A cinq filles à marier A cinq filles à marier La première est très austère Elle doit avoir quarante ans C’est l’image de sa mère Elle mène tout tambour battant C’est dommage mais qu’importe Et que diable l’em...

Clap hands, clap hands, Till father comes home; For father's got money, But mother's got none. Clap hands, clap hands, Till father comes home! 

1. When, on Ramillies' bloody field, The baffled French were forced to yield, The victor Saxon backward reeled Before the charge of Clare's dragoons. The flags we conquered in that fray, Look lone in Ypres' choir, they say, We'll win them company today, Or bra...

Mocita dame el clavel, Dame el clavel de tu boca, Que pá eso no hay que tener Mucha vergüenza ni poca. Yo te daré el cascabel, Te lo prometo mocita, Si tu me das esa miel Que llevas en la boquita. Clavelitos, clavelitos, Clavelitos de mi corazón. Hoy te traig...

Oh, de smartest packet you can find, Ah-ho, way-ho, are you 'most done? Is the Marg'ret Evans of the Blue Star Line. So clear de track, let de bullgine run. To me hey rig-a-jig in a low-backed car, Ah-ho, way-ho, are you 'most done? With Liza Lee all on my kne...

In the centre of a golden valley, Dwellt a maiden all divine, A pretty creature a miner's daughter And her name was Clementine. Oh my darling, oh my darling, My darling Clementine, You are lost for me forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine. Her noble father was...

Coach, Carriage, Wheelbarrow, Dung-cart. Coach, Carriage, Wheelbarrow, Dung-cart. 

1. O, me Rosie, coal black rose Don't ye hear the banjo Ping-a-pong-a-pong? On, me Rosie, Coal Black Rose! 2. O, me Rosie, coal black Rose, Strung up like a banjo, Allu taut an' long, On, me Rosie, Coal Black Rose! 3. O, me Rosie, coal black Rose, The yard i...

Black we are but much admired; Men seek for us till they are tired. We tire the horse, but comfort man: Tell me this riddle if you can. 

Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe: Get it done by half-past two; Do it neat, and do it strong. I will pay you when it's done. 

Cock Robin got up early At the break of day, And went to Jenny's window To sing a roundelay. He sang Cock Robin's love To pretty Jenny Wren, And when he got unto the end, Then he began again. 

Cock, cock, cock, cock, I've laid an egg, Am I to go ba-are foot? Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down, To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my hea-art out. 

Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling-stick, And don't know what to do. Cock-a-doodle-doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddlling-stick She'll dance without her shoe. Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost h...

1. I'm a young married man that is tired in life, Ten years I've been wed to a sickly wife; She does nothing all day but sit down and cry, A-wishing to God that she could die. "Oh, doctor, Oh, doctor, oh, dear Doctor John, Your cod liver ile is so pure and so...

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills, Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath, And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe The tedious gloom of philosophic pills! For when the tardy film of nectar fills The simple bowls of demons and of men, There l...

Aho! Aho! Copii si frati, Stati putin si nu mánati. C'a venit mai an Bàdica Traian Si ca'n datina stràbunà: Belsug si voie bunà Sànàtate, fericire, Viatà lungà, nemurire, A venit sà và ureze Obiceiul sà-l pàstreze… Mánati mài! Hài, hài… 

Little Tom Dogget, What dost thou mean, To kill thy poor Colly, Now she's so lean? Sing, oh poor Colly, Colly, my cow; For Colly will give me No more milk now. Oh, if I have killed her I can't her recall; I will sell my poor Colly, Hide, horns, and all. Sin...

1. Come all ye fair and tender maidens, Take warning how you court young men, One night they might shine like stars above you, To love you that night, but ne'er again. 2. They win your heart with tender stories, And they'll declare their love so true, And the...