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FINNO-UGRIAN AND TURKIC MELODIES IN THE VOLGA-KAMA AREA
- Ref. MU4161
- HUNGAROTON, 1996. Enregistrement 1958-1979.
Enregistrements de terrain réalisés entre 1958 et 1979 par László Vikár et Gábor Bereczki. Ce disque présente les musiques et chansons traditionnels des peuples de langues finno-ougrienne et turques de la région de la Volga : Oudmourtes ou Votyaks, Maris ou Tchérémisses, Tchouvaches et Tatars, vivant dans la région autour de Kazan. Livret en hongrois et anglais. (ASDS)
Pistes
- 1 Hey, the bird is singing
- 2 Gate of the apple-orchard is shaky(The)
- 3 Say to me, go on, go on
- 4 As flowers grow in the meadow
- 5 I knelt down
- 6 As flowers grow in the meadow
- 7 Dance Tune
- 8 I dropped into your home
- 9 Hey, in the bowels of the high mountain
- 10 Why did the blue pigeon enter the dark wood where even the swallow didnot invade
- 11 Benevolent, almighty, great god, help us
- 12 I have stockings
- 13 Let's go, let's make lace
- 14 My mother bore me in the garden
- 15 I had a pied han
- 16 I laid a plank over the waters of the Orya
- 17 Dance tune
- 18 Funeral air - dance tune
- 19 Dance tune
- 20 In vain did I tie a tassel on my white kerchief
- 21 My body was like a one year sapling
- 22 Early at daybreak the nightingale'svoice is heard
- 23 The Cross-banded chequered kerchief
- 24 Two birch-trees stand side by side
- 25 The gay-coloured cuckoo is singing
- 26 Come on, girls, let's play
- 27 Bucket is leaky (The) - I'm saying
- 28 If you look at the rowan-berry, hey, it seems very red
- 29 Decidedly I have come to sing
- 30 Will she marry, or will she not
- 31 Father, don't be sorry for me
- 32 I went to the meadow, hey, I viewedthe meadow
- 33 Dance song
- 34 Somewhere in the dark woods a bearis roaring
- 35 In the middle of the black woods
- 36 As the red sun rises
- 37 Hey, river in the meadow
- 38 On the peak of Mount Beyek
- 39 Why should the boys'hands freeze
- 40 Nightingale, you are so tiny
- 41 If you sing with me, I will sing too
- 42 Alluki - long song
- 43 Tashtugay - long song
- 44 In the city, hey, named Shamsherif
- 45 Let's go down to the banks of the Ik
- 46 The Dark forest is far away, the road is muddy
- 47 He rides a red horse