Le Chant des Oiseaux (Clément Janequin): Difference between revisions
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Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis | Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis<br /> | ||
Le dieu d’amous vous sonne. | Le dieu d’amous vous sonne.<br /> | ||
A ce premier jour de may, | A ce premier jour de may,<br /> | ||
Oyseaulx feront merveillez, | Oyseaulx feront merveillez,<br /> | ||
Pour vous mettre hors d’esmay | Pour vous mettre hors d’esmay<br /> | ||
Destoupez vos oreilles. | Destoupez vos oreilles.<br /> | ||
Et farirariron (etc…) | Et farirariron (etc…)<br /> | ||
Vous serez tous en ioye mis, | Vous serez tous en ioye mis,<br /> | ||
Car la saison est bonne. | Car la saison est bonne.<br /> | ||
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Vous orrez, à mon advis, | Vous orrez, à mon advis,<br /> | ||
Une dulce musique | Une dulce musique<br /> | ||
Que fera le roy mauvis | Que fera le roy mauvis<br /> | ||
D’une voix autentique. | D’une voix autentique.<br /> | ||
Ty, ty, pyty. (etc…) | Ty, ty, pyty. (etc…)<br /> | ||
Rire et gaudir c’es mon devis, | Rire et gaudir c’es mon devis,<br /> | ||
Chacun s’i habandonne. | Chacun s’i habandonne.<br /> | ||
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Rossignol du boys ioly, | Rossignol du boys ioly,<br /> | ||
A qui le voix resonne, | A qui le voix resonne,<br /> | ||
Pour vous mettre hors d’ennuy | Pour vous mettre hors d’ennuy<br /> | ||
Vostre gorge iargonne: | Vostre gorge iargonne:<br /> | ||
Frian, frian, frian (etc…) | Frian, frian, frian (etc…)<br /> | ||
Fuiez, regrez, pleurs et souci, | Fuiez, regrez, pleurs et souci,<br /> | ||
Car la saison l’ordonne. | Car la saison l’ordonne.<br /> | ||
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Ariere maistre coucou, | Ariere maistre coucou,<br /> | ||
Sortez de no chapitre. | Sortez de no chapitre.<br /> | ||
Chacun vous donne au bibou, | Chacun vous donne au bibou,<br /> | ||
Car vous n’estes q’un traistre. | Car vous n’estes q’un traistre.<br /> | ||
Coucou, coucou (etc…) | Coucou, coucou (etc…)<br /> | ||
Par traison en chacun nid, | Par traison en chacun nid,<br /> | ||
Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne. | Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne.<br /> | ||
Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis, | Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis,<br /> | ||
Le dieu d’amours vous sonne. | Le dieu d’amours vous sonne.<br /> | ||
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(This translation matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the Scholars of London recording, but not these editions) | (This translation matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the Scholars of London recording, but not these editions)<br /> | ||
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Awake, sleepy hearts, | Awake, sleepy hearts,<br /> | ||
The god of love calls you. | The god of love calls you.<br /> | ||
On this first day of May, | On this first day of May,<br /> | ||
The bird will make you marvel. | The bird will make you marvel.<br /> | ||
To lift yourself from dismay, | To lift yourself from dismay,<br /> | ||
Unclog your ears. | Unclog your ears.<br /> | ||
And fa la la la la (etc…) | And fa la la la la (etc…)<br /> | ||
You will be moved to joy, | You will be moved to joy,<br /> | ||
For the season is good. | For the season is good.<br /> | ||
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You will hear, I advise you, | You will hear, I advise you,<br /> | ||
A sweet music | A sweet music<br /> | ||
That the royal blackbird will song | That the royal blackbird will song<br /> | ||
In a pure voice. | In a pure voice.<br /> | ||
Ti, ti, pi-ti (etc…) | Ti, ti, pi-ti (etc…)<br /> | ||
To laugh and rejoice is my device, | To laugh and rejoice is my device,<br /> | ||
Each with abandon. | Each with abandon.<br /> | ||
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Nightingale of the pretty woods, | Nightingale of the pretty woods,<br /> | ||
Whose voices resouds, | Whose voices resouds,<br /> | ||
So you don’t become board, | So you don’t become board,<br /> | ||
Your throat jabbers away: | Your throat jabbers away:<br /> | ||
Frian, frian (etc…) | Frian, frian (etc…)<br /> | ||
Flee, regrets, tears and worries, | Flee, regrets, tears and worries,<br /> | ||
For the season commands it. | For the season commands it.<br /> | ||
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Turn around, master cuckoo | Turn around, master cuckoo<br /> | ||
Get out of our company. | Get out of our company.<br /> | ||
Each of us gives you a ‘bye-bye’ | Each of us gives you a ‘bye-bye’<br /> | ||
For you are nothing but a traitor. | For you are nothing but a traitor.<br /> | ||
Cuckoo, cuckoo (etc…) | Cuckoo, cuckoo (etc…)<br /> | ||
Treacherously in others nests, | Treacherously in others nests,<br /> | ||
You lay without being called. | You lay without being called.<br /> | ||
Awake, sleepy hearts, | Awake, sleepy hearts,<br /> | ||
The god of love is calling you. | The god of love is calling you.<br /> | ||
Revision as of 03:24, 21 March 2012
Music files
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- CPDL #16469:
LilyPond
- Editor: Till Rettig (submitted 2008-03-28). Score information: A4, 19 pages, 198 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes:
Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Wrong notes in b.13,75,114,145,184-5, text in alto b.104, bass b.168-183 See the discussion page for full description.
CPDL #16036:
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-02-16). Score information: A4, 24 pages, 158 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #04774: Sibelius 2
- Editor: John Henry Fowler (submitted 2003-04-19). Score information: Letter, 25 pages, 240 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: revised 5/21/03
- CPDL #01390: Finale 2000
- Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-09-22). Score information: Letter, 15 pages, 309 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.
General Information
Title: Le Chant des Oiseaux
Composer: Clément Janequin
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Attaignant 1529. See here for a short version.
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
French text
Réveillez vous, coeurs endormis,
Le dieu d'amours vous sonne.
Vous serez tous en joie mis
Car la saison est bonne.
Les oiseaux quand sont ravis
En leur chant font merveilles ;
Ecoutez bien leur devis,
Détoupez vos oreilles.
Et fa ri ro frere li joli
Ti ti pi ti, chouti toui.
Tu, que dis tu ?
Le petit sansonnet de Paris,
Le petit mignon: (q'est là bas ?
Passe villain. Sainte tête Dieu,
II est temps d'aller boire)
Sage, courtois et bien apris.
A sermon, ma maitresse.
Sus madame à Ia messe.
A saint Trotin montrer le tétin,
Le doux musequin.
Teo ticun, frian, frian frian,
Tu tu tu, qui l'ara.
Coqui coqui, oi ti oi ti,
Huyt huyt, ter ter teo,
Queo queo, tar tar, fouquet, quibi,
Veleci, huyt huyt, ter turri.
Cocu coqui, ou est il, le cocu ?
Fuiez, fuiez, maître cocu,
Sortez de nos chapitre,
Vous ne serez point retenu
Car vous n’êtes qu’un traître.
Par trahison en chacun nid,
Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne.
Réveillez vous, etc..
French text
(This text matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the recording used by the Scholars of London)
Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis
Le dieu d’amous vous sonne.
A ce premier jour de may,
Oyseaulx feront merveillez,
Pour vous mettre hors d’esmay
Destoupez vos oreilles.
Et farirariron (etc…)
Vous serez tous en ioye mis,
Car la saison est bonne.
Vous orrez, à mon advis,
Une dulce musique
Que fera le roy mauvis
D’une voix autentique.
Ty, ty, pyty. (etc…)
Rire et gaudir c’es mon devis,
Chacun s’i habandonne.
Rossignol du boys ioly,
A qui le voix resonne,
Pour vous mettre hors d’ennuy
Vostre gorge iargonne:
Frian, frian, frian (etc…)
Fuiez, regrez, pleurs et souci,
Car la saison l’ordonne.
Ariere maistre coucou,
Sortez de no chapitre.
Chacun vous donne au bibou,
Car vous n’estes q’un traistre.
Coucou, coucou (etc…)
Par traison en chacun nid,
Pondez sans qu’on vous sonne.
Reveillez vous, coeurs endormis,
Le dieu d’amours vous sonne.
English translation
(Placed on the Internet by the Scholars of London)
Rouse yourselves, sleeping hearts,
The god of love calls you.
You should all be joyful
For spring is come.
The birds, all inspired,
Do wonders with their song;
Listen well to their ditty,
Bend your ears.
And...
...
You, what are you saying?
The little starling of Paris,
The little thing: (who’s there?
Pass, knave. By the holy head of God
It is time to go drinking)
Wise, courteous and well versed.
Go to the sermon, my mistress.
Get thee to Mass, Madam.
To St. Trotin to show your tits
And sweet looks.
...
…Who wants it?
Cuckoo, cuckoo...
...
...
...
Cuckoo, where is the cuckoo?
Away, go away, master Cuckoo,
Get out of our company.
You will never be missed
For you are nothing but a traitor.
Treacherously, in every nest
You lay without being called.
Rouse yourselves, etc..
English translation
(This translation matches all of the editions on CPDL -- the one above matches the Scholars of London recording, but not these editions)
Awake, sleepy hearts,
The god of love calls you.
On this first day of May,
The bird will make you marvel.
To lift yourself from dismay,
Unclog your ears.
And fa la la la la (etc…)
You will be moved to joy,
For the season is good.
You will hear, I advise you,
A sweet music
That the royal blackbird will song
In a pure voice.
Ti, ti, pi-ti (etc…)
To laugh and rejoice is my device,
Each with abandon.
Nightingale of the pretty woods,
Whose voices resouds,
So you don’t become board,
Your throat jabbers away:
Frian, frian (etc…)
Flee, regrets, tears and worries,
For the season commands it.
Turn around, master cuckoo
Get out of our company.
Each of us gives you a ‘bye-bye’
For you are nothing but a traitor.
Cuckoo, cuckoo (etc…)
Treacherously in others nests,
You lay without being called.
Awake, sleepy hearts,
The god of love is calling you.