#ebri knight

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Earlier I posted about the intersex antifascist hero Florenci Pla Meseguer, known as "La Pastora".

Here's a song about him: Pastora, by the Catalan folk-rock band Ebri Knight.

Lyrics in Catalan and translation to English:

Al poble sóc la pastora, entre camins i carrers Però enmig de la rosada i els boscos feréstecs sóc una ombra més

In the town I'm the shepherd woman, between paths and streets, But among the dew and the wild forests I'm a shadow like any other

El meu nom sempre canvia entre les veus de la gent Sóc allà on ningú em troba, sóc fort com la flama i lliure com el vent

My name always changes in people's voices I'm there where nobody can find me, I'm strong as a flame and free as the wind

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.

Sóc un ocell sense gàbia, sóc un vaixell sense rumb Bandoler de paraules, pastora de lluites fetes entre el fum

I'm a cageless bird, I'm a courseless ship Bandit of words, shepherd of fights made among the smoke.

Sóc l'alba i la matinada, sóc tots els móns oblidats Sóc les llargues petjades que tornen a viure de l'etern combat

I'm the sunrise and the early morning, I'm all the forgotten worlds I'm the eternal combat's long footsteps that come back to life

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.

Vindran altres guerres, vindran altres anys I els dies de sempre se'ns faran estranys Vindran primaveres, hiverns i tardors Farem noves forces de les velles pors

Other wars will come, other years will come And the old days will become strange Springs, winters and autumns will come We'll make new strengths out of the old fears.

Ja no hi sóc però tremolen les branques Quan em senten llençar trets al cel Ja no hi sóc però neixo cada vespre En cada mirada on brillen els estels

I'm not there anymore but the branches shiver When they hear me shoot at the sky I'm not there anymore but I'm reborn every evening In every glance where the stars shine.

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another song for #música diversa en castellano challenge!

Song: Vientos del Pueblo Genre: rock  Band/singer: Ebri Knight (original poem by Miguel Hernández)  Where are they from: Catalonia (their other songs are in the Catalan language)

Ebri Knight turnt into a song a poem written by Miguel Hernández in 1937. The poem was written during the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939) and it’s a cry for freedom and against fascism. Miguel Hernández fought in the war against the fascist troops, but after the war he was imprisoned and killed by the fascist dictatorship in 1942.

The lyrics video of this song is an animation of different antifascist posters that were made during the Civil War.

Lyrics and translation:

Yugos os quieren poner they want to put yokes on you

gentes de la hierba mala, those people who are like weeds

yugos que habéis de dejar a yoke which you must leave

rotos sobre sus espaldas. broken on their backs.

¿Quién ha puesto al huracán Who has ever put on the hurricane

jamás ni yugos ni trabas,  yukes or obstacles,

ni quién al rayo detuvo and who held the lightning

prisionero en una jaula? prisoner in a cage?

Tendré apretados los dientes I will keep my teeth clenched

y decidida la barba. and my chin resolute.

Si me muero, que me muera If I die, may I die

con la cabeza muy alta. with my head held high.

Hombres que entre las raíces, Men who among the roots,

como raíces gallardas,  like striking roots,

vais de la vida a la muerte, go from life to death

vais de la nada a la nada. from nothingness to nothingness.

Muerto y veinte veces muerto,  Dead and twenty times dead,

la boca contra la grama. mouth on the grass.

Crepúsculo de los bueyes  Twightlight of the oxen

está despuntando el alba. is the poin of daybreak.

Tendré apretados los dientes I will keep my teeth clenched

y decidida la barba. and my chin resolute.

Si me muero, que me muera If I die, may I die

con la cabeza muy alta. with my head held high.

Vientos del pueblo me llevan, Winds of the people carry me,

vientos del pueblo me arrastran, winds of the people pull me,

me esparcen el corazón they scatter my heart

y me aventan la garganta. and bring air to my throat.

Cantando espero a la muerte, Singing I await death,

que hay ruiseñores que cantan for there are nightingales who sing

encima de los fusiles above the rifles

y en medio de las batallas. and in midst of battle.

Si me muero, que me muera If I die, may I die

con la cabeza muy alta. with my head held high.

Vencedores seremos We will be victors

porque somos titanes, because we are titans,

sonriendo a las balas smiling at the bullets

y gritando adelante. and shouting forward.

(repeat)

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After my previous post about the song by Serrat that the president of Ecuador sang against the Amazon fires, here’s a more cheerful song about a similar topic: A la Muntanyeta by Ebri Knight with Josep Bordes 'Pepet' and Xabi Arakama.

Here’s the lyrics in Catalan and what they mean in English.

A la muntanyeta ja és primavera i els arbustos i prats han florit. Ja s'ensuma l'estiu que ens espera, ventegueres i vespres humits.

In the hill, spring has arrived and the bush trees and meadows are in bloom. We can see what kind of summer is coming: a windy one with humid evenings.

A la muntanyeta han dut la caravana uns senyors malplantats de ciutat han pres mides tota la setmana i a fer el negoci ja han començat.

Some ugly men from the city have brought their caravan to the hill. They’ve been taking measurements all week and they have started to do business.

Mai heu acotat ni aixecat mai la palla, recolliu-ho tot i marxeu lluny d'aquí, que la terra és per qui la treballa i la pudor d'asfalt em fa morir.

You have never demarcated [a field] nor lifted the hay, pick up your things and go away far away from here! ‘Cause the land is for whoever works it and the bad smell of asphalt kills me.

A la muntanyeta hi fareu mal negoci, i amb pocs dies estareu distrets, que de nit sense que ningú no mos trobi desfarem allò que havíeu fet.

In the hill you’ll make a bad business, and in a few days you will be too busy, for at night when nobody can find us we will un-do everything you did.

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Summer is finally here! Today’s post is a playlist of songs that always make me feel like in one of those hot afternoons in my town’s square drinking granissat de llimona or orxata surrounded with a soft smell of gunpowder from Sant Joan or Festa Major.

You can listen to it here on Spotify, or by clicking the links below that lead to YouTube.

Rock & Roll - Els Catarres

Transmets Energia - Buhos

De Burjassot a Tu - Atupa ft. Borja Penalba

Hem Nascut Castellers - Porto Bello

Noltros Som Així - Emboirats

Imperfeccions - Zoo ft. Los Chikos del Maiz & At Versaris

Volcans - Buhos

Viu - Roba Estesa

Tu Mateix - Atupa

Si Tanque els Ulls - Obrint Pas

Tornem al Penedès - Buhos

No Puc Parar - 4 de Copes

A Ple Pulmó - Xavi Sarrià ft. Auxili

Nit de Santes - Ebri Knight

La Gran Vida - Buhos

La Dansa del Vestit - Txarango

Ara! - Doctor Prats

L’Estiu és Llibertat - Buhos

[Photos: castellers: Aida Collado (instagram) // espardenyes: montesalcuadrado // diables: Bestialots de la Sagrada Família (insta) // wheat field in L’Amposta: ampostadeltadelebre (insta)]

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Happy national day, Aran! Bon jorn nacional, Aran! 

Best wishes on your national day from Catalonia. May your language and culture flourish freely in the times to come!

Here’s song by the Catalan band Ebri Knight dedicated to the people of Occitania. The song celebrates the strength of the Occitan culture and how it struggles to resist the intents of eliminating it that has been suffering for centuries.

Below are the original lyrics of the song in Catalan and their translation to English.

The song makes reference to the bird in Se Canta, the unofficial anthem of Occitania (which is heard at the end of the song), and the flower is probably a reference to De cap tà l’immortèla by Nadau, one of the most famous Occitan songs. The last two lines and name of the song could be a reference to Perqué m’an pas dit by Claudi Martí.

Has baixat per les aigües clares, You have gone down through clear waters,

dies avall fins els teus mars. days down until [reaching] your seas.

El vent fred t'ha cremat la cara The cold wind has burnt your face

però has tingut sempre el braç alçat. but you have always kept your arm raised.

Cims i muntanyes no t'han cansat. Peaks and mountains have not tired you.

Vas sentir un ocell que cantava You heard a bird who sang

sense conèixer quina cançó; without knowing the song;

al teu cap tot l'infern tronava in your head the whole Hell was thundering

però vas partir empassant la por, but you marched swallowing the fear,

avançant cap a la teva flor. going forward towards your flower.

La lliçó mai va ser prou clara, The lesson was never clear enough,

dites i senyes d'un altre lloc. sayings and signs from another place.

Però eres viva i ho ets encara, But you were alive and you still are so,

fent-te més forta pels pobles d'Òc, becoming stronger for the peoples of Òc,

llevant-te alegre del llarg malson. waking up cheerful after the long nightmare.

Entre valls i finestres velles Between valleys and old windows

has dut la flama i l'esperit. you carried the flame and the spirit.

Els carrers i els cants despertes. You wake up the streets and the chants.

El teu nom mai l'havien dit. They had never said your name.

El teu nom mai l'havien dit. They had never said your name.

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Música valenciana per celebrar aquest 25 d’abril: les Parrandes de Carraixet, aquí interpretades per El Diluvi i Ebri Knight.

Some Valencian music to celebrate April 25th (national day of the Valencian people): les Parrandes by Carraixet, here interpreted by El Diluvi and Ebri Knight.

Visca el País Valencià!

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(YouTube version here if you don’t have Spotify)

This is a traditional song from the War of Spanish Sucession (1702-1714), knowned as Ai mare aneu a missa or Els miquelets d’Espanya among other names. It tells the story of a girl who escapes home to go to fight in the war.

There are many different variants of the lyrics and tune of this song, This is a shorter version interpreted by the band Ebri Knight based on this and this versions.

“Ai mare, aneu a missa, “Oh mother, go to mass,

que jo faré el dinar”. for I’ll make lunch”.

Quan hagueu tornat de missa When you are back from mass

la casa buida serà. the house will be empty.

Larala…

No em busqueu per rius i planes, Don’t look for me in rivers and plateaus,

busqueu-me on el sol es pon, look for me where the sun sets,

que som dalt d’una carreta, for we are on a cart,

cap a la línia del front. towards the front line.

Larala…

No ploreu pas per mi, mare, Do not cry for me, mother,

faig lo que em vau ensenyar: I do what you taught me:

serem les dones valentes, we will be the brave women,

sense por del que vindrà. without fear of what will come.

Larala…

Si Madrid cau la primera, If Madrid falls the first one,

Aragó també caurà. Aragon will fall as well.

Si Aragó cau presonera, If Aragon falls captive,

nosaltres caurem demà. we will fall tomorrow.

Si no la lluitem nosaltres, If we don’t fight it,

ningú més la lluitarà. no one else will.

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