five songs to review before you go

five songs to review before you go

1 “Xoria Xori” (Hegoak)

Words

Hegoak ebaki banizkio

Neuria izango zen

I won’t do it

Hegoak ebaki banizkio

Neuria izango zen

I won’t do it

Bainan tamaşa

Ez zen mangeri xoria izango

Bainan tamaşa

Ez zen mangeri xoria izango

Eta nik, xoria nuen maite

Eta nik eta nik, xoria nuen maite

lala lala lala lala lalaaa,

Lala lala lalaaaaaa

lala lala lala lala lalaaaa,

Lala lala lalaaaaaa

Bainan tamaşa

Ez zen mangeri xoria izango

Bainan tamaşa

Ez zen mangeri xoria izango

Eta nik, xoria nuen maite

Eta nik eta nik, xoria nuen maite

2 “La Peña Baiona (Griego Wine)”

Words

Verse 1: In our dear little Bayonne

There is a peña, peña Baiona

They proudly wear their blue and white scarves everywhere

In Dax or Narbonne you only see these types

Who have their dear players in their hearts

rugby king

With us at Jean Dauger, or everywhere out there

In all the feverish stadiums, she brings us so much enthusiasm

It is Peña who shouts her joy

To that tune…

2nd verse:

In our dear little Bayonne

There is a peña, peña Baiona

They proudly wear their blue and white scarves everywhere

In Dax or Narbonne you only see these types

Who have their dear players in their hearts

rugby king

Wherever our players shine, victory is often in the end

Streets of blue and white dresses

And the fun is everywhere

It is Peña who shouts her joy to this tune

Chorus

Come on, come on

Blue and white Aviron Bayonnais

This is the peña, this is the peña of Baiona

We’re all here, come on guys

Again…

Come on, come on

Blue and white Aviron Bayonnais

Play a flush and then expand it’s a test

We applaud your exploits, it was won…

3 “Get Up Leon”

Words

Chorus: Get up, get up, get up Leon!

It’s time to put on the crown

To us you will always be,

King of Bayonne parties

Get up, get up, get up, Leon!

It’s time to ascend the throne

Your people are waiting for you

Stand up, Leon, you are the king!

We are all in this together

Town Hall Square

Both big and small

it’s called loud

And from the bottom of his bed,

His Majesty Leon,

Every day at noon

Listen to our song

Chorus

Leon is our friend,

Bayonnais for us

But you understood

you have to wake him up

If you want too

See King Leon again

Come here all of you

Sing our song

Chorus

4 “Bayonne here we come”

Words

Ironed shirt

It’s time to go

Pants whiter than ever

Your tall scarf

Freedom Square

Ready, the keys are thrown

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!

Gangs on the Quay

Direction Saint-André

Peña postpones the tour

Batukada panic

The girls are dancing

Men’s hearts soar

Your red, your white

Always make us drunk

Time stands still

Between Niva and Adour

Let’s have a bucket

The Golden Dago of Bayona

Bayonne here we come!

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!

Stained shirt

Mom needs to iron

Pants dirtier than ever

It’s not over

Bayonne must go

We got the keys

Your red, your white

Always make us drunk

Time stands still

Between Niva and Adour

Let’s have a bucket

The Golden Dago of Bayona

Bayonne here we come!

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Baionaaaaa

Lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala lalalala Here we are!

5 “The Lakes of Connemara

Wind-scorched earth

Screaming stones

Around the lake is for the living

A bit of hell, Connemara

Black clouds come from the north

Color the land, lakes, rivers

This is the Connemara landscape

The following spring, the Irish skies were calm

Maureen dove in Lake Connemara

Sean Kelly said to himself, “I’m Catholic,” Maureen too

Limerick Granite Church Maureen said yes

From Tipperary, Barry-Connelly and Galway

They arrived in County Connemara

There were the Connors, the O’Connollys, the Flahertys of the Ring of Kerry

And something to drink for three days and two nights

Down in Connemara

We all know the price of silence

Down in Connemara

They say life is madness

And that madness is danced

Wind-scorched earth

Screaming stones

Around the lake is for the living

A bit of hell, Connemara

Black clouds come from the north

Color the land, lakes, rivers

This is the Connemara landscape

We still live there in the age of the Gaels and Cromwells

In the rhythm of rain and sun

At a horse’s pace

We still believe in lake monsters

Let’s see some summer evenings swimming

And dive again for eternity

We’re still seeing

People from other places who came to search

Rest for the soul and the heart, a taste of better

We still believe

That the day will come, it is near

Where the Irish will make peace around the cross

Down in Connemara

We all know the cost of war

Down in Connemara

We do not accept

Welsh Peace

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