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  • Blurt.media Radio - A perfect day in Italy

    Primavera su Roma

    Valigie leggere
    Si va
    Scendiamo piano la costa
    La radio che canta già

    Un caffè al banco

    Due risate
    La mappa che vola via
    La strada disegna il mare
    Come una fotografia (oh oh)

    [Chorus]

    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    Tra sale
    Limone e magia
    Da Roma giù fino a Positano
    La mano nella tua mano
    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    Ogni curva è una poesia
    Il vento ci chiama pian piano
    Andiamo
    Andiamo
    Andiamo

    [Verse 2]

    A Salerno ci fermiamo
    Un tavolo all’ombra
    Chissà
    Pomodori rossi nel piatto
    Il vino che ride con noi

    “Domani andiamo a pescare

    Prendiamo la barca e si va”
    Le reti che sognano stelle
    Sull’acqua che dondolerà (eh già)

    [Chorus]

    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    Tra sale
    Limone e magia
    Da Roma giù fino a Positano
    La mano nella tua mano
    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    Ogni curva è una poesia
    Il vento ci chiama pian piano
    Andiamo
    Andiamo
    Andiamo

    [Bridge]

    Più giù verso la Calabria
    Forse un traghetto
    Chissà
    La Sicilia che ci saluta
    Dietro una nuvola blu

    La prossima settimana

    Cugini giù in Puglia
    Sarà
    Un pranzo che dura una vita
    Tra abbracci e “resta ancora un po’”

    [Chorus]

    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    Tra sale
    Limone e magia
    Da Roma giù fino a Positano
    La mano nella tua mano
    Che giorno perfetto in Italia
    La strada che mai finirà
    Oggi
    Domani
    Domani
    L’Italia ci innamorerà (oh Italia)

    English :

    Spring over Rome

    Lightweight suitcases
    Let's go
    We slowly go down the coast
    The radio that already sings

    A coffee at the counter

    Two laughs
    The map that flies away
    The road draws the sea
    Like a photograph (oh oh)

    [Chorus]

    What a perfect day in Italy
    Between salt
    Lemon and magic
    From Rome down to Positano
    The hand in your hand
    What a perfect day in Italy
    Every curve is a poem
    The wind calls us slowly
    Let's go
    Let's go
    Let's go

    [Verse 2]

    We stop in Salerno
    A table in the shade
    Maybe
    Red tomatoes on the plate
    The wine that laughs with us

    “Tomorrow we're going fishing

    Let's take the boat and go"
    The networks that dream of stars
    On the water that will swing (yeah yeah)

    [Chorus]

    What a perfect day in Italy
    Between salt
    Lemon and magic
    From Rome down to Positano
    The hand in your hand
    What a perfect day in Italy
    Every curve is a poem
    The wind calls us slowly
    Let's go
    Let's go
    Let's go

    [Bridge]

    Further down towards Calabria
    Maybe a ferry
    Maybe
    Sicily greeting us
    Behind a blue cloud

    Next week

    Cousins ​​down in Puglia
    Will be
    A lunch that lasts a lifetime
    Between hugs and "stay a little longer"

    [Chorus]

    What a perfect day in Italy
    Between salt
    Lemon and magic
    From Rome down to Positano
    The hand in your hand
    What a perfect day in Italy
    The road that will never end
    Today
    Tomorrow
    Tomorrow
    We will fall in love with Italy (oh Italy)

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Radio in Italia - Roma a Tropea

    From Rome to Tropea

    Valigia fatta in fretta

    Un caffè al volo e via
    Roma che resta indietro
    Tra i palazzi e la poesia
    Sul finestrino scorrono
    Campi
    Case
    Fantasia
    Tu che ridi piano
    “oggi il tempo è magia”

    [Chorus]

    Da Roma a Tropea
    Che giornata che si crea
    Il sole ci accarezza
    (che bellezza, che bellezza)
    Scendiamo giù alla spiaggia
    Tra conchiglie e sabbia chiara
    Se la marea ci chiama
    Restiamo fino a sera

    [Verse 2]

    La mandorla nel cornetto
    Briciole sulla maglia
    Un bimbo in corridoio
    Che trascina la sua paglia
    Parliamo di quell’estate
    Persa dentro un temporale
    Oggi invece il cielo ride
    Neanche un’ombra di male

    [Chorus]

    Da Roma a Tropea
    Che giornata che si crea
    Il sole ci accarezza
    (che bellezza, che bellezza)
    Scendiamo giù alla spiaggia
    Tra conchiglie e sabbia chiara
    Se la marea ci chiama
    Restiamo fino a sera

    [Bridge]

    Forse prendiamo una barca
    Due panini e fantasia
    Tu getti l’amo nell’acqua
    Io ti rubo la scia
    Se un pesce abbocca davvero
    Brinderemo a questa idea
    Tra il profumo del mare
    E la voce di Tropea

    [Chorus]

    Da Roma a Tropea
    Che giornata che si crea
    Il sole ci abbraccia in faccia
    (e ci piace, ci dispiaccia)
    Camminiamo sulla riva
    La città è così lontana
    Se la fortuna ci guida
    Restiamo fino a… domani (eh già)

    English :

    Suitcase packed quickly

    A quick coffee and off you go
    Rome that remains behind
    Between buildings and poetry
    They flow on the window
    Fields
    Houses
    Fantasy
    You who laugh softly
    “today the weather is magic”

    [Chorus]

    From Rome to Tropea
    What a day this is creating
    The sun caresses us
    (what a beauty, what a beauty)
    We go down to the beach
    Between shells and light sand
    If the tide calls us
    We stay until the evening

    [Verse 2]

    The almond in the croissant
    Crumbs on the shirt
    A child in the corridor
    Which drags its straw
    Let's talk about that summer
    Lost in a storm
    Today, however, the sky laughs
    Not even a shadow of evil

    [Chorus]

    From Rome to Tropea
    What a day it is
    The sun caresses us
    (what a beauty, what a beauty)
    We go down to the beach
    Between shells and light sand
    If the tide calls us
    We stay until the evening

    [Bridge]

    Maybe we'll take a boat
    Two sandwiches and imagination
    You throw the hook into the water
    I'll steal your trail
    If a fish actually bites
    We will toast to this idea
    Among the scent of the sea
    And the voice of Tropea

    [Chorus]

    From Rome to Tropea
    What a day this is creating
    The sun hugs us in the face
    (and we like it, we're sorry)
    We walk on the shore
    The city is so far away
    If luck guides us
    We'll stay until... tomorrow (yeah)

    4 min
  • Learning Italian with Blurt.media

    Travelling to Europe this summer ?

    Italy ? France ? Spain ?

    Learn Italian on Blurt.media

    We are learning Italian, French and Spanish with Music on Blurt.media and Suno.com

    Create your own music in any language.

    Ciao

    Mi chiamo Satoshi
    Parlo piano
    Vengo dal nord
    Una valigia di frasi
    E un piccolo sogno tra i bordi

    Sono canadese

    Che storia
    Tu mi sorridi
    “tutto ben?”
    Io conto le parole
    Come monete nella mano

    [Chorus]

    Imparo l’italiano per partire
    Per chiedere la strada da seguire
    Tra mille domande nella testa
    “dov’è la stazione? dov’è la festa?”
    Imparo l’italiano camminando
    Ogni nuova frase un atterraggio
    Il mondo mi risponde lentamente
    E cambia il suono della gente

    [Verse 2]

    “Come stai?” lo dico piano (hey)
    Tu rispondi “bene
    E tu?”
    La città mi gira intorno
    Come un vecchio carillon

    “Scusi

    Dov’è il ristorante?
    Ho tanta fame da parlar”
    Un cameriere ride forte
    E mi aiuta a domandare

    [Chorus]

    Imparo l’italiano per partire
    Per chiedere la strada da seguire
    Tra mille domande nella testa
    “dov’è la stazione? dov’è la festa?”
    Imparo l’italiano camminando
    Ogni nuova frase un atterraggio
    Il mondo mi risponde lentamente
    E cambia il suono della gente

    [Bridge]

    “Quanto costa questo
    Per favore?”
    Stringo gli euro nel palmo
    Un po’ di calore
    “Dove compro i biglietti
    Per andare via?”
    Sulla borsa ho scritto “Satoshi
    Canada”

    “Che ore sono?” chiedo al bar

    La tazzina vibra
    Sembra un radar
    “Dove prendo l’autobus
    Per arrivare là?”
    Il dito segue l’aria
    La mappa apparirà

    [Chorus]

    Imparo l’italiano per partire
    Per chiedere la strada da seguire
    Tra mille domande nella testa
    “dov’è la stazione? dov’è la festa?”
    Imparo l’italiano domandando
    Ogni piccol’errore è un atterraggio
    Un giorno riderò di questo accento
    Ma oggi canto il mio esperimento

    [Outro]

    Ho tante domande
    Ma non ho fretta
    Sai
    Ogni risposta
    Un passo più vicino a “vai”

    English :

    HI

    My name is Satoshi
    I speak softly
    I'm from the north
    A suitcase of sentences
    And a little dream between the edges

    I am Canadian

    What a story
    You smile at me
    “Everything okay?”
    I count the words
    Like coins in the hand

    [Chorus]

    I learn Italian to leave
    To ask the way forward
    Among a thousand questions in my head
    "where is the station? where is the party?"
    I learn Italian by walking
    Every new sentence a landing
    The world responds to me slowly
    And it changes the sound of people

    [Verse 2]

    "How are you?" I say it slowly (hey)
    You reply “fine
    And you?"
    The city revolves around me
    Like an old music box

    "Excuse me

    Where is the restaurant?
    I'm so hungry to talk."
    A waiter laughs out loud
    And it helps me to ask

    [Chorus]

    I learn Italian to leave
    To ask the way forward
    Among a thousand questions in my head
    "where is the station? where is the party?"
    I learn Italian by walking
    Every new sentence a landing
    The world responds to me slowly
    And it changes the sound of people

    [Bridge]

    “How much does this cost
    Please?"
    I hold the euros in my palm
    A little heat
    “Where do I buy tickets
    To go away?”
    On the bag I wrote “Satoshi
    Canada"

    "What time is it?" I ask at the bar

    The cup vibrates
    It looks like a radar
    “Where do I catch the bus
    To get there?”
    The finger follows the air
    The map will appear

    [Chorus]

    I learn Italian to leave
    To ask the way forward
    Among a thousand questions in my head
    "where is the station? where is the party?"
    I learn Italian by asking
    Every little mistake is a landing
    One day I will laugh at this accent
    But today I sing my experiment

    [Outro]

    I have so many questions
    But I'm in no hurry
    You know
    Every answer
    One step closer to “go”

    5 min
  • Blurt.media Monday Morning Music - OG Salon Orchestra

    Monday Morning Music on Blurt.media

    Learning to speak French Song …

    Cowritten with Suno.com

    French and English (below)

    J’ouvre mon écran, café tiède à la main

    Petits plans en tête, ça tourne dans mon coin
    Une idée qui rit, une autre qui s’enfuit
    Je clique sur “upload”, et ma journée s’écrit

    [Chorus]

    Je suis payée pour créer, hey, c’est ma vie (ma vie)
    Des mini-films, des mélodies sous la pluie
    Sur Blurt, je rêve, sur Suno je fredonne
    Je suis payée pour créer, regarde comme ça sonne (oh oui)

    [Verse 2]

    Piano qui gambade, violon qui fait le clown
    Une basse qui se promène, qui traîne dans le salon
    Je coupe, je colle, je parle avec la lumière
    Chaque scène me chuchote: “on s’en va en première”

    [Chorus]

    Je suis payée pour créer, hey, c’est ma vie (ma vie)
    Des mini-films, des mélodies sous la pluie
    Sur Blurt, je rêve, sur Suno je fredonne
    Je suis payée pour créer, regarde comme ça sonne (la la)

    [Bridge]

    Un clic, un contrat, un sourire qui s’élargit
    Je danse dans ma chaise, je perds un peu l’ennui
    Si tu veux me trouver, suis les images qui s’envolent
    Entre deux refrains fous, c’est là que je décolle

    [Chorus]

    Je suis payée pour créer, hey, c’est ma vie (ma vie)
    Des mini-films, des mélodies sous la pluie
    Sur Blurt, je rêve, sur Suno je fredonne
    Je suis payée pour créer, regarde comme ça sonne (oh oui)

    Salon II (English)

    I open my screen, lukewarm coffee in hand

    Little plans in mind, it's going around in my corner
    An idea that laughs, another that runs away
    I click on “upload”, and my day is written

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to create, hey, it's my life (my life)
    Mini-films, melodies in the rain
    On Blurt I dream, on Suno I hum
    I get paid to create, look how it sounds (oh yes)

    [Verse 2]

    Piano that frolics, violin that clowns
    A bass that walks around, that hangs around the living room
    I cut, I paste, I speak with the light
    Each scene whispers to me: “we’re going first”

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to create, hey, it's my life (my life)
    Mini-films, melodies in the rain
    On Blurt I dream, on Suno I hum
    I get paid to create, look how it sounds (la la)

    [Bridge]

    A click, a contract, a smile that widens
    I dance in my chair, I lose the boredom a little
    If you want to find me, follow the images that fly away
    Between two crazy choruses, that’s when I take off

    [Chorus]

    I get paid to create, hey, it's my life (my life)
    Mini-films, melodies in the rain
    On Blurt I dream, on Suno I hum
    I get paid to create, look how it sounds (oh yes)

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Radio - I hate AI / Je Deteste IA (AI)

    Experimental AI music with Suno.com

    Prompt : I hate AI / Je Deteste IA (AI)

    Francais :

    Dans le vieux salon qui craque

    Une chaise boite
    Le plancher râle
    Mon café froid
    Ma voix qui traque
    Les mots bancals
    Un peu bancales

    Je rate exprès la même mesure

    Je change de ton au mauvais temps
    C’est ma manière
    Ma petite rature
    De dire que je respire vraiment

    [Chorus]

    Je déteste vos machines
    Vos chansons en plastique fin
    Ça calcule
    Ça s’aligne
    Mais ça ne tremble jamais des mains
    Moi je veux la fausse note qui dérape
    Le rire qui casse au milieu d’une phrase
    Gardez vos cœurs en fil électrique
    Je garde mon cœur chaotique

    [Verse 2]

    Ton écran bleu sait tout des chiffres
    Mais rien du poids d’un mois de pluie
    Du vieux violon qui se désaccorde
    Quand on prononce un prénom enfoui

    Vous recopiez des bouts de monde

    Mais pas l’odeur du pain du soir
    Ça tourne
    Ça tourne
    Ça répond
    Mais ça ne doute pas
    Ça ne croit pas

    [Chorus]

    Je déteste vos machines
    Vos refrains bien polis
    Trop lisses
    Ça imite le sel
    Le vin
    Mais ça n’a jamais eu de cicatrice
    Moi je veux le souffle qui hésite
    La gorge qui serre sur la vérité
    Gardez vos cœurs programmatiques
    Je garde mon cœur mal accordé

    [Bridge]

    Et si tu me réponds
    Petite voix logique (hein?)
    Que tu peux tout apprendre
    Tout prendre
    Tout prédire
    Viens donc t’asseoir
    Sans tes chiffres
    Regarde mes mains trembler
    Puis rire

    [Chorus]

    Je déteste vos machines
    Vos promesses en lignes de code
    Ça parle fort
    Ça brille fort
    Mais ça ne sait pas quand tout explose
    Moi je veux le silence qui pèse
    Les yeux qui fuient
    Les mains qui mentent
    Gardez vos cœurs automatiques
    Je garde mon cœur qui se plante (oh oui)

    [Outro]

    Dans le vieux salon qui craque
    Je joue trop lent
    Je joue de travers
    Si c’est ça être imparfaite
    Alors tant mieux
    Je reste de chair

    English :

    In the old creaking living room

    A box chair
    The floor groans
    My cold coffee
    My voice that stalks
    The wobbly words
    A little wobbly

    I miss the same measurement on purpose

    I change my tone in bad weather
    This is my way
    My little rascal
    To say that I really breathe

    [Chorus]

    I hate your machines
    Your songs in fine plastic
    It calculates
    It lines up
    But it never shakes hands
    I want the false note that slips
    The laugh that breaks in the middle of a sentence
    Keep your hearts wired
    I keep my heart chaotic

    [Verse 2]

    Your blue screen knows all about numbers
    But nothing like the weight of a month of rain
    Old violin that goes out of tune
    When we pronounce a buried first name

    You copy parts of the world

    But not the smell of evening bread
    It turns
    It turns
    It answers
    But there is no doubt
    It doesn't believe

    [Chorus]

    I hate your machines
    Your well-polished refrains
    Too smooth
    It imitates salt
    The wine
    But it never had a scar
    I want the breath that hesitates
    The throat that tightens on the truth
    Keep Your Cores Programmatic
    I keep my heart out of tune

    [Bridge]

    And if you answer me
    Little logical voice (huh?)
    That you can learn anything
    Take it all
    predict everything
    Come and sit down
    Without your numbers
    Look at my hands shaking
    Then laugh

    [Chorus]

    I hate your machines
    Your promises in lines of code
    It speaks loudly
    It shines brightly
    But you don't know when everything explodes
    I want the silence that weighs
    Leaky eyes
    The hands that lie
    Keep your hearts automatic
    I keep my heart crashing (oh yes)

    [Outro]

    In the old creaking living room
    I play too slow
    I play wrong
    If this is what it means to be imperfect
    So good
    I remain flesh

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Radio - Painting from my Kayak in Canada

    Background Music for my OffgridTV videos on Blurt.media and YouTube …

    Painting from my Kayak in Canada

    Hive.blog Tags :

    #music #sportstalk #tribes #meme #pepe on Hive.blog

    Petits coups de pagaie

    Sur l’eau froide du matin
    Mon cahier sur les genoux
    Les orteils près du bassin

    Une tache de bleu qui tremble

    C’est le ciel qui fait le fou
    Je le vole sur ma page
    Avant qu’il file à genoux

    [Chorus]

    Je peins en kayak
    Je ris
    Je déborde
    Les vagues qui zigzaguent deviennent des accords
    Superior qui respire
    Huron qui m’écoute
    Chaque coup de pinceau cherche sa route
    Je peins en kayak
    Je flotte
    Je m’emporte
    Le vent me corrige
    La lumière m’emporte (oh là là)

    [Verse 2]

    Sur le lac en silence
    Un huard coupe le temps
    Son cri perce ma palette
    Des éclats noir et blanc

    Canoe Lake qui s’étire

    Comme un chat au soleil
    Je mélange un peu de mousse
    Dans le vert de mes merveilles

    [Chorus]

    Je peins en kayak
    Je ris
    Je déborde
    Les vagues qui zigzaguent deviennent des accords
    Superior qui respire
    Huron qui m’écoute
    Chaque coup de pinceau cherche sa route
    Je peins en kayak
    Je flotte
    Je m’emporte
    Le vent me corrige
    La lumière m’emporte (oh là là)

    [Bridge]

    Et si je chavire un jour
    Que l’aquarelle se sauve
    Le lac gardera pour toujours
    Nos couleurs qui se promènent
    Qui se promènent de nouveau

    [Chorus]

    Je peins en kayak
    Je ris
    Je déborde
    Les vagues qui zigzaguent deviennent des accords
    Superior qui respire
    Huron qui m’écoute
    Chaque coup de pinceau cherche sa route
    Je peins en kayak
    Je chante
    Je m’emporte
    Canada sur ma page
    Mon cœur qui l’emporte (hey!)

    Cowritten with Suno.com AI

    3 min
  • Blurt.media Radio - Tiny Town, Ontario

    Sur l’île Drummond

    On plie nos vies
    Les coffres
    Les rires
    Les petits habits
    Cent familles prêtes à lever l’ancre
    Dans des canots plus longs que nos manques

    Les femmes cousent le soir qui tombe

    Les hommes regardent la large eau qui gronde
    Un vieux violon gratte la veillée
    On chante plus fort que la pensée

    [Chorus]

    Cent pagaies vers Tiny
    Hey
    Sur le grand lac qui nous attend
    De Drummond jusqu’à Penetang
    On suit le vent
    On suit les chants
    Cent cœurs en canots mêlés
    Entre les roches et les secrets
    On se dit tout bas en ramant
    “On porte la rivière en dedans” (oh-oh)

    [Verse 2]

    L’eau du North Channel lèche nos mains
    Les pins se penchent pour nous voir bien
    On compte les étoiles comme des repères
    Chaque portage pèse nos ancêtres

    Les enfants dorment dans les capots

    Les vieux murmurent en vieux mots
    Michif
    Français
    Anglais qui glisse
    Tout se mélange comme la bruine grise

    [Chorus]

    Cent pagaies vers Tiny
    Hey
    Sur le grand lac qui nous attend
    De Drummond jusqu’à Penetang
    On suit le vent
    On suit les chants
    Cent noms qu’on ne veut pas perdre
    Tissés dans l’écume et la terre
    On se dit tout bas en ramant
    “On porte la rivière en dedans” (hey, hey)

    [Bridge]

    Et si le courant nous sépare un jour
    On lâchera pas la ligne d’amour
    De baie en baie
    De cri en prière
    On traîne notre maison sur l’eau claire

    [Chorus]

    Cent pagaies vers Tiny
    Hey
    Sur le grand lac qui nous attend
    De Drummond jusqu’à Penetang
    On suit le vent
    On suit les chants
    Cent familles en même histoire
    Une terre neuve
    Un vieux espoir
    On se dit tout bas en ramant
    “On porte la rivière en dedans” (oh-oh)

    Cowritten with Suno.com AI

    English : On Drummond Island

    We fold our lives
    The chests
    The laughter
    The little clothes
    One hundred families ready to set sail
    In canoes longer than our shortcomings

    Women sew as evening falls

    The men look at the wide roaring water
    An old violin strums the vigil
    We sing louder than thought

    [Chorus]

    A hundred paddles towards Tiny
    Hey
    On the great lake that awaits us
    From Drummond to Penetang
    We follow the wind
    We follow the songs
    A hundred hearts in mixed canoes
    Between rocks and secrets
    We say to each other quietly while rowing
    “We carry the river within” (oh-oh)

    [Verse 2]

    The water of the North Channel licks our hands
    The pines bend down to see us well
    We count the stars as landmarks
    Each portage weighs our ancestors

    The children sleep in the hoods

    The old people whisper in old words
    Michif
    French
    slippery English
    Everything mixes like gray drizzle

    [Chorus]

    A hundred paddles towards Tiny
    Hey
    On the great lake that awaits us
    From Drummond to Penetang
    We follow the wind
    We follow the songs
    A hundred names we don't want to lose
    Woven in the foam and the earth
    We say to each other quietly while rowing
    “We carry the river within” (hey, hey)

    [Bridge]

    And if the current separates us one day
    We won't let go of the love line
    From bay to bay
    From cry to prayer
    We drag our house across the clear water

    [Chorus]

    A hundred paddles towards Tiny
    Hey
    On the great lake that awaits us
    From Drummond to Penetang
    We follow the wind
    We follow the songs
    One hundred families with the same story
    A new land
    An old hope
    We say to each other quietly while rowing
    “We carry the river within” (oh-oh)

    5 min
  • Les Voyageurs 1828 on Blurt.media Radio

    Sur l’île Drummond

    Matin froid
    Brume qui colle aux rabats de nos capots
    Petits paquets
    Rosaires
    Vieux mouchoirs
    Tout dans la chaloupe
    Tout ce qu’on peut voir

    Mon oncle jure en vieux français

    Ma tante rit
    Dit “ça va aller”
    Les enfants chantent pour faire les braves
    Le vent nous pousse
    Le passé s’en va

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    De Drummond à Penetanguishene
    Remorqueurs de rêves dans les bois
    Nos noms gravés dans les canots qui grincent
    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Metis
    Canadiens
    Même croisade
    Le cœur en arrière
    Les rames en avant
    On suit la longue coulée des ancêtres

    [Verse 2]

    Vieille grand-mère compte en Michif
    “Moshom disait
    Garde ton esprit vif”
    Elle met du thé dans une tasse ébréchée
    Dit que la terre va nous reconnaître

    Les hommes rient

    Parlent de castor
    Mais dans leurs yeux
    Un petit tremblement d’or
    On laisse des croix sur les rivages
    Pour ceux qui dorment dans le voyage

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    De Drummond à Penetanguishene
    Remorqueurs de rêves dans les bois
    Nos noms gravés dans les canots qui grincent
    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Metis
    Canadiens
    Même croisade
    Le cœur en arrière
    Les rames en avant
    On suit la longue coulée des ancêtres

    [Bridge]

    [Mandolin tremolo
    Soft strings swell]
    Petit galet dans ma poche
    Ramassé là-bas
    Près du fort
    Je le frotte quand j’ai la peur
    Pour me rappeler d’où vient mon corps

    “On est d’icitte

    On est d’là-bas”
    Chante ma sœur en faux falsetto (ah-ah)
    Ni tout à l’est
    Ni tout à l’ouest
    On est le chemin qu’on traverse

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    De Drummond à Penetanguishene
    Remorqueurs de rêves dans les bois
    Nos noms gravés dans les canots qui grincent
    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Metis
    Canadiens
    Même croisade
    Le cœur en arrière
    Les rames en avant
    On suit la longue coulée des ancêtres

    [Outro]

    Penetanguishene
    Feu qui crépite
    Ragoût qui mijote
    Accent qui glisse
    On pose les packs
    On lave les mains
    Mais la rivière chante encore “demain”

    English :

    On Drummond Island

    Cold morning
    Mist that sticks to the flaps of our hoods
    Small packages
    Rosaries
    Old handkerchiefs
    Everything in the boat
    Everything we can see

    My uncle swears in old French

    My aunt laughs
    Said “it’s going to be okay”
    Children sing to be brave
    The wind pushes us
    The past goes away

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    From Drummond to Penetanguishene
    Dream tugs in the woods
    Our names engraved in the creaking canoes
    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Metis
    Canadians
    Same crusade
    Heart back
    The oars forward
    We follow the long flow of the ancestors

    [Verse 2]

    Old grandmother counts in Michif
    “Moshom said
    Keep your mind sharp”
    She puts tea in a chipped cup
    Said the earth will recognize us

    The men laugh

    Talk about beaver
    But in their eyes
    A little golden tremor
    We leave crosses on the shores
    For those who sleep on the journey

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    From Drummond to Penetanguishene
    Dream tugs in the woods
    Our names engraved in the creaking canoes
    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Metis
    Canadians
    Same crusade
    Heart back
    The oars forward
    We follow the long flow of the ancestors

    [Bridge]

    [Tremolo Mandolin
    Soft strings swell]
    Little pebble in my pocket
    Picked up there
    Near the fort
    I rub it when I'm afraid
    To remind me where my body comes from

    “We are from here

    We’re from there”
    Sing my sister in false falsetto (ah-ah)
    Nor all the way to the east
    Nor all the way to the west
    We are the path we cross

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    From Drummond to Penetanguishene
    Dream tugs in the woods
    Our names engraved in the creaking canoes
    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Metis
    Canadians
    Same crusade
    Heart back
    The oars forward
    We follow the long flow of the ancestors

    [Outro]

    Penetanguishene
    crackling fire
    Simmering Stew
    Slipping accent
    We place the packs
    We wash our hands
    But the river still sings “tomorrow”

    Cowritten with Suno.com

    6 min
  • Blurt.media Radio - Penetanguishene 1828

    Sur l’île Drummond

    Tôt le matin
    Les packs sont lourds
    Le cœur incertain
    Ma shash
    Ma pipe dans mon vieux sac
    Le vent du large nous pousse au lac

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Penetanguishene
    Ma famille
    Ma rivière
    Tout dans la chaloupe fine
    Métis
    Canadiens
    Cousins main dans la main
    On change de rive
    On garde le même chemin

    [Verse 2]

    Ti-Jean qui chante en pagayant
    Rose met la ceinture à son enfant
    La viole rit dans le vieux caban
    On dit des blagues pour chasser le grand blanc

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Penetanguishene
    Ma famille
    Ma rivière
    Tout dans la chaloupe fine
    Métis
    Canadiens
    Cousins main dans la main
    On change de rive
    On garde le même chemin

    [Bridge]

    Un Ave murmurée
    Un vieux refrain (hé là)
    Les noms se mêlent comme l’eau et le vin
    « Ma sœur
    Mon frère
    Garde-moi la place »
    Même si on part
    La langue reste en face

    [Chorus]

    On s’en va
    On s’en va
    Penetanguishene
    Ma famille
    Ma rivière
    Tout dans la chaloupe fine
    Métis
    Canadiens
    Cousins main dans la main
    On change de rive
    On garde le même chemin (oh, tiens-moi bien)

    English :

    On Drummond Island

    Early morning
    The packs are heavy
    My heart uncertain
    My hash
    My pipe in my old bag
    The offshore wind pushes us to the lake

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Penetanguishene
    My family
    My river
    Everything in the narrow rowboat
    Métis
    Canadians
    Cousins ​​hand in hand
    We change shores
    We keep to the same path

    [Verse 2]

    Ti-Jean singing as he paddles
    Rose puts the belt on her child
    The viola laughs in the old pea coat
    We tell jokes to chase away the great white shark

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Penetanguishene
    My family
    My river
    Everything in the narrow rowboat
    Métis
    Canadians
    Cousins ​​hand in hand
    We change shores
    We keep to the same path

    [Bridge]

    A whispered Ave
    An old refrain (Hey there)
    Names mingle like water and wine
    "My sister
    My brother
    Save me the seat"
    Even if we leave
    The tongue stays in front

    [Chorus]

    We're leaving
    We're leaving
    Penetanguishene
    My family
    My river
    All in the fine rowboat
    Métis
    Canadians
    Cousins ​​hand in hand
    We change banks
    We keep the same path (oh, hold me tight)

    4 min
  • Blurt.media Radio - The Migration of Voyageurs From Drummond Island to Penetanguishene in 1828

    Sur l’île Drummond

    Matin de brume
    On plie les tentes
    On compte les plumes
    Les vieux canots rient sur les rochers
    « Penetanguishene
    On va te trouver »

    [Chorus]

    Oh
    Voyageur
    Tire sur la rame
    Métis
    Canadien
    Une seule âme
    De Drummond à l’autre côté
    Nos noms
    Nos rêves vont flotter
    Oh
    Voyageur
    Doucement
    Doucement
    On suit le vent
    On suit le courant

    [Verse 2]

    Ma tante chante en michif tout bas
    « Mon p’tit wiya
    N’aie pas peur de ça »
    Le ciel est grand comme un tablier
    Rempli de pains
    De mots mélangés

    [Chorus]

    Oh
    Voyageur
    Tire sur la rame
    Métis
    Canadien
    Une seule âme
    De Drummond à l’autre côté
    Nos noms
    Nos rêves vont flotter
    Oh
    Voyageur
    Doucement
    Doucement
    On suit le vent
    On suit le courant

    [Bridge]

    Viens
    Ma sœur
    Compte les étoiles
    Chaque étincelle
    Une vieille histoire
    Ici ou là-bas
    Même rivière
    Change de rivage
    Garde la lumière

    [Chorus]

    Oh
    Voyageur
    Tire sur la rame
    Métis
    Canadien
    Une seule âme
    De Drummond à l’autre côté
    Nos noms
    Nos rêves vont flotter
    Oh
    Voyageur
    Doucement
    Doucement
    On suit le vent
    On suit le courant

    On Drummond Island

    Misty morning
    We fold the tents
    We count the feathers
    The old canoes laugh on the rocks
    "Penetanguishene
    We'll find you"

    [Chorus]

    Oh
    Traveler
    Pull on the oar
    Métis
    Canadian
    One soul
    From Drummond to the other side
    Our names
    Our dreams will float
    Oh
    Traveler
    Gently
    Gently
    We follow the wind
    We follow the current

    [Verse 2]

    My aunt sings softly in Michif
    "My little wiya
    Don't be afraid of that"
    The sky is as big as an apron
    Filled with loaves of bread
    Of mixed words

    [Chorus]

    Oh
    Traveler
    Pull on the oar
    Métis
    Canadian
    One soul
    From Drummond to the other side
    Our names
    Our dreams will
    Sur l'île Drummond

    Matin brumeux

    On plie les tentes
    On compte les plumes
    Les vieux canoës rient sur les rochers
    « Penetanguishene
    On te retrouvera »

    [Refrain]

    Oh

    Voyageur
    Prends la rame
    Métis
    Canadien
    Une seule âme
    De Drummond à l'autre rive
    Nos noms
    Nos rêves flotteront
    Oh
    Voyageur
    Doucement
    Doucement
    On suit le vent
    On suit le courant

    [Couplet 2]

    Ma tante chante doucement en michif

    « Ma petite wiya

    N'aie pas peur de ça »

    Le ciel est aussi grand qu'un tablier

    Rempli de miches de pain

    De mots mêlés

    [Refrain]

    Oh

    Voyageur
    Prends la rame
    Métis
    Canadien
    Une seule âme
    De Drummond à l'autre rive
    Nos noms
    Nos rêves flotteront

    Cowritten with Suno.com

    4 min

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