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Diu Iris a Myrtila: –Oh, amiga, jo no sé!... Tants obercocs hi deixes damunt l’obercoquer? –Oh, Iris, prou m’agrada menjar-ne a torbellins i sentir l’or alegre com raja boca endins. Mes arriba el mal temps i prop del flam furient, jo sento en la teulada dansar teules i vent, i em plau quan nostra mare, veient-nos entristits i com freguem els nassos i com bufem els dits, ens dugui riolera, quan cau la neu a flocs, un pot amb confitures de préssecs o obercocs.
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Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Eduard Toldrà Soler (1895 - 1962), "Els obercocs i les petites collidores" [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Salvador Pila) , "The apricots and the petty pickers", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2014-03-12
Line count: 20
Word count: 84
Iris says to Myrtila: -- Oh, friend, I don’t know!... Why you leave so many apricots on the apricot tree? -- Oh, Iris, sure I like to eat lots of them and feel their fleshy gold pouring inside my mouth. But the bad weather is coming and, by the raging flame, I hear on the roof the rattle of tiles and the wind, and I like, when our mother, seeing our sad faces, and how we wipe our noses and blow our fingers, that she cheerfully brings, when snowflakes fall, a jar of peach or apricot preserve.
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- Translation from Catalan (Català) to English copyright © 2014 by Salvador Pila, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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Based on:
- a text in Catalan (Català) by Josep Carner i Puigoriol (1884 - 1970)
This text was added to the website: 2014-03-12
Line count: 20
Word count: 95