Hands Of Land (singl)

Hands of Land (Lanquan li jorn son lonc)

Wandering through all this land
The wind is my only friend
Looking for the afterglows
Of longing chansons for the rose

The eyes that disappeared
The rivers they ran to bleed
That is all forever lost
In the deepest hands of land

Still today I feel the sin
The love and the song within

Lanquan li jorn son lonc en may
M’es belhs dous chans d’auzelhs de lonh,
E quan mi suy partitz de lay
Remembra´m d’un‘ amor de lonh.
Vauc de talan embroncs e clis
Si que chans ni flors d’albespis
No~m platz plus que l’yverns gelatz

Still today I feel the sin
The love and the song within

Be tenc lo senhor per veray
Per qu´ieu veirai l´amor de lonh;
Mas per un ben que m’en eschay
N’ai dos mals, quar tant m’es de lonh.
Ai! car me fos lai pelegris,
Si que mos fustz e mos tapis
Fos pels sieus belhs huelhs remiratz!

That was a sound of soul
White dove from a broken stone
I saw her flying over strand
So high above the ocean
In the hands of land
(blown over me)

Be~m parra joys quan li querray,
Per amor Dieu, l’alberc de lonh:
E, s’a lieys platz, alberguarai
Pres de lieys, si be~m suy de lonh:
Adoncs parra~l parlamens fis
Quan drutz lonhdas er tan vezis
Qu’ab bels digz jauzira solatz.

Still today I feel the shine / Lanquan li jorn son lonc en may
Of your tears in the eyes of mine / M’es belhs dous chans d’auzelhs de lonh,
The rose over the sea I saw / Et quan mi suy partitz de lay
Remembram d’un‘ amor de lonh

Vauc de talan embroncs e clis / I wanna sing this song
Si que chans ni flors d’albespis / Please would you let me know
No~m platz plus que l’yverns gelatz / Song about your soul

Still today I feel the song

Lanquan li jorn son lonc

/ Jaufre Rudel_(1125 – 1147) Prince of Blaye, troubadour, author of the lyrics in Provençal/