Name: Semenço Espètre
Duration: P00H03M34S
Description: Outro

Semenço Espètre

from Prouvença Discordia by Loupobuli

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Quand ven la sason de las vendèmis,
Dins lei vinhas de Prouvènço,
Parfois surguisson d'imagi éstrangis,
De sòmis qu'espantesson lei còs de França.

Las vendèmis fantòmas son aquí,
Silenciósas e misteriosas,
S'escolta tant solament lo bruch deis esquìs,
D'aquèlis ètres que son pertant invisibles.

Glicen entre lei rangs de vinhas,
Coma d'ombres inquietantas,
Culhon deis acins sens qu'en s'adivinha,
E dispareisson en un instant.

Las vendèmis fantòmas,
Son lo simbòle de la memòria,
De temps ancians que nos an fach òme,
E que continon de nos faire creire,

Que lo temps a pas de limita,
Que lei tradicions son eternas,
E que poudèm, en un instant,
Retrouva lei gaudissas de l'enfància, culhon de raïms.

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When the grape harvest season comes,
In the vineyards of Provence,
Sometimes strange images appear,
Shadows that haunt the hills of France.

The ghostly grape harvest is here,
Silent and mysterious,
Only the sound of footsteps can be heard,
From these beings that are yet invisible.

They glide between the rows of vines,
Like disturbing shadows,
They pick grapes without being seen,
And disappear in an instant.

The ghostly grape harvest,
Is a symbol of memory,
Of ancient times that made us human,
And that continue to make us believe,

That time has no limit,
That traditions are eternal,
And that we can, in an instant,
Rediscover the joys of childhood, picking grapes.