Dessús la Grava de Bordeu
trad., ronde (Carcìn)
Ronda from Carcin (Quercy – Occitania granda).
The lyrics are written in Guascon and depict the beach of Bordeaux and tells the tales of seduction, passion and libertinism occurred therein. The bonfires burn and the night turns darker. The Sabbath has reached its peak
Dessús la grava de Bordeu
I a una arbolisa
Totas las damas de la cort
I se permenan
Sus dètz-e-sèt que n’en aviá
N’ai baisat setze
E l’autra totjorn me disiá
Baisatz-me sénher
Tornatz tantòst deman matin
Farem sopeta
Farem sopeta de pan blanc
E força pebre
Lo pebre fa dançar leugier
E sautar regde
On Bordeaux shore
there’s a shady walk
All the ladies of the court
stroll there
Of the seventeen ladies there were
I kissed sixteen
And the last one always asked me
kiss me, my lord
So come back tomorrow morning
we’ll make a soup
A soup of white bread
and with a lot of pepper
Pepper will make us dance lightely
and jump tightly
