(GSC)
Qu’èm tots desvelhats
Tan los vielhs com los gojats
Lo huec alucat
Uei qu’ei un dia sacrat
Vesins, amics son arribats
Dab cauçèras e tanat
Adiu quin va, prest tau gran combat ?
Lo rei de la bòrda
Que borneja au hanguèr
Mes penut a la còrda
Ne harà pas mei lo fièr
Priam qu’a sortit lo camau
Los cotèths son agusats
Sonque un còp, la sang cola clar
E dens la meit
Vira, vira lo praube escaudat
E dens la meit
Grata dinc a sia cap pelat
E si ei plan hèit
Que’ns poderam tots mirar deguens
Hè-t-i a contrasens
Au cap de l’an quan hè frisquet
Braves amics, non siam pas busòcs
Au cap de l’an quan hè frisquet
Braves amics, qu’ei lo temps deu pèla-pòrc
Negre de Bigòrra
Lo ton nom sia laudat
De tard o de d'òra
Que seràs sanctificat
Non vueitem pas tots los flacons
Juste abans la salason
Senon prengueram còps de baston
Deu pairbon…
Dab las duas cueixas, haram lo jambon
Un xic de gras, tau saucisson
Sang e budèths, entà har lo trip
E dab lo cap, haram lo patè
(FR)
Nous sommes tous réveillés
Les vieux comme les jeunes
Le feu allumé
Aujourd’hui est un jour sacré
Voisins, amis sont arrivés
Avec des crêpes et du tannat
Salut, ça va, prêts pour le grand combat ?
Le roi de la ferme
Patauge dans le bourbier
Mais pendu à la corde
Il fera moins le fier
Priam a sorti le jambier
Les couteaux sont aiguisés
Juste un coup, le sang coule clair
Et dans la maie
Tourne, tourne le pauvre échaudé
Et dans la maie
Gratte jusqu’à ce qu’il soit chauve
Et si c’est bien fait
On pourra tous se regarder dedans
Mets-t-y à contre-sens
A la fin de l’année, quand il fait frais
Braves amis, ne perdons pas notre temps
A la fin de l’année, quand il fait frais
Braves amis, c’est le temps du tue-cochon
Noir de Bigorre
Ton nom soit loué
Tôt ou tard
Tu seras sanctifié
Ne vidons pas tous les flacons
Juste avant la salaison
Sinon nous prendrons des coups de bâton
Du grand-père…
Avec les deux cuisses, on fera le jambon
Un peu de gras, pour le saucisson
Sang et boyaux, pour faire le boudin
Et avec la tête, on fera le pâté
(EN)
We are all awake
The old and the young
The fire lit
Today is a sacred day
Neighbours, friends have arrived
With crepes and wine
Hi, how are you, ready for the big fight?
The king of the farms
Squelching in the mud
But hung by the rope
He will be less cocky
Priam has got out the hook
The knives are sharpened
With just one stroke, blood will run clear
In the chest
Turns and turns the poor scalded one
In the chest
Scraping until it is bald
And if it is done well
We could all look at our reflection in it
Do it yourself, against the grain.
At the end of the year, when it is cold
Brave friends, let’s not lose our time
At the end of the year, when it is cold
Brave friends, it is pig-killing time
We are all awake
The old and the young
The fire lit
Today is a sacred day
Neighbours, friends have arrived
With crepes and wine
Hi, how are you, ready for the big fight?
The king of the farms
Squelching in the mud
But hung by the rope
He will be less cocky
Priam has got out the hook
The knives are sharpened
With just one stroke, blood will run clear
In the chest
Turns and turns the poor scalded one
In the chest
Scraping until it is bald
And if it is done well
We could all look at our reflection in it
Do it yourself, against the grain.
At the end of the year, when it is cold
Brave friends, let’s not lose our time
At the end of the year, when it is cold
Brave friends, it is pig-killing time
credits
from La Halha,
track released May 27, 2020
Music : Labenne Baptiste / Traditional
Lyrics : Labenne Baptiste
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