Corrandes are corrandes and you will dance ten thousand

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Do you hear the “corrandes”, what are the “corrandes”? Corranda is a song dance that is danced in pairs, very popular in Catalonia and used to dance as the end of a series of dances or after another dance, often a ballet or counterattack. Corranda is a short dance, of movement rather alive than usually it is danced like end of another dance. By extension it is also the song, popular, brief, often improvised, that is sung during this dance. Modernly the song has been replaced by the instrumental song. It is a popular dance in the inner regions of ancient Gothic and, especially, in the Pyrenees, from Pallars al Vallespir. It receives different names according to the counties (songwriting, ludicrous, corrandes, gloses, songs, songs, bogetes, etc.).

 

 

The song is usually of quite intentional content, with satirical concepts, criticisms and reproaches, or with the expression of loving feelings. It is a happy tonada, popular and short. Most are four heptasílabas verses, which rule a b b a, a b a b, or a b c b; Some are five or more verses and there are no compositions in verse pentasyllab. Of the most common metric types, there are sporadic examples in the s. XV, and in the s. XVI there are already small, more or less traditional tone collections in the Principality and in Mallorca. The s. Eighteenth and nineteenth centuries were times of great fertility, especially in Mallorca, where twenty thousand corrandes (glosses), hard to date and often re-elaborated several times are preserved by oral tradition; the majority are native, but there are also those that are parallel to the rest of the Catalan Countries and related to the Castilian coplas.

Corrandes Lyrics.

Si voleu ballar corrandes
us en cantaré deu mil
que les duc a la butxaca
enfilades amb un fil.

Si les trobeu encertades
que el riure fan esclafir
no haurem perdut la jornada
perquè el riure obre camí.

Qui dirà mai l’aventura
d’una pera fins al Born?
Són tants els qui hi guanyen,
arrenglerats i fent torn!

Els pagesos que protesten
tenen tota la raó.
Dels productes de la terra,
s’enriqueix algú, i ells no.

Són gent d’ordre, pel que diuen;
gent de pau, si els creus a ells;
però aquells estats on manen
fan negocis de fusells.

I la guerra quan esclata
els qui la van preparar
amb posat de gata maula
s’estranyen del pet que fa.

La rucada dels negocis
amb metzines mata ocells
per cada arbre que ens aterren
se’ns regiren els budells.

Si deixem que els tècnics duguin
el carro pel pedregar,
se’ns vendran per quatre peles
l’aire i tot de respirar.

Diu que el petroli escasseja
que ens queden pocs barrils
què faran ara pobretes
les gran multinacionals?

No hi ha remei sense l’àtom»
diu la gent que hi té cabals
i alguns esquerrans s’ho empasten
els qui són curts de gambals.

El que tothom ha d’entendre
perquè el progrés vagi fi
és que les dones són homes
però de sexe femení.

Tots els homes han d’admetre
bé que els costi de capir,
que els homes són unes dones
però de sexe masculí.

Qui la dóna, no la dóna.
La tenim, la llibertat,
des del dia que vam néixer,
i tots temps en fa costat.

Qui la nega, l’arrabassa.
Arrabassar-la és un crim.
I és una impertinència
donar-nos el que tenim.

No tornaran els anys grisos
que tot un poble, cap cot,
s’empassava la saliva
sense gosar dir cap mot.

Llibertat és alegria,
que rigui i canti qui vol.
La grisor mai més no ens tapi
la llum esclatant del sol

Catalunya, Catalunya,
ara que t’has desvetllat
i t’has retrobat sencera
des del camp fins a ciutat.

No deixis que t’entrebanquin
pel camí que t’has triat,
que cap manaire et retalli
els espais de llibertat.

Traductions of corrandes.

If you want to dance with currandes
I’ll sing ten thousand
that drives them in your pocket
threaded with a thread.

If you find them right
That laughter makes sniffing
we will not miss the day
Because laughter opens the way.

Who will never tell the adventure
from a pear to the neighborhood?
There are so many who win,
Fixed and turning!

The peasants who protest
they are right.
Of the products of the earth,
someone gets rich, and they do not.

They are people of order, for what they say;
people of peace, if you believe them;
but those states where they rule
they do business with guns.

And the war when it explodes
who prepared it
with still cat’s face
They strangle about the pet they make.

The ruck of business
with poison kills birds
for each tree that lurks us
we grip our guts.

If we let the technicians carry
the car by stinging,
we will come to you for four skins
the air and everything to breathe.

He says oil is scarce
that we left few barrels
what will become poor now
the great multinationals?

There is no remedy without the atom »
says the people who have knowledge
and some left-handed people are flipping it
Those who are short of prayers.

What everyone should understand
so that the progress goes fine
is that women are men
but of female sex.

All men must admit
well that cost them to know,
that men are women
but male sex.

Who gives it, does not give it.
We have it, the freedom,
from the day we were born,
And all time goes hand-in-hand.

Whoever denies her, the snatcher.
Overcoming it is a crime.
And it’s an impertinence
give us what we have.

The gray years will not return
that a whole village, no cot,
his saliva swallowed
without dying to say any word.

Freedom is joy,
laugh and sing who wants to.
The gray man never fucks us
the light bursting from the sun

Catalonia, Catalonia,
Now that you have unveiled
and you’ve gone back whole
from the countryside to the city.

Do not let them entertain you
on the path you have chosen,
that no manager cuts you
the spaces of freedom.

lluis

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