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Wake up, wake up my dear husband
The cock has crowed and the sun has risen
So wake up my dear and let’s go to the field together
Let’s start by sowing seeds
We´ll sow rice and go back home
We´ll live happily
I´ve brought some rice to eat
Hurry up, finish your meal
Before the sky is overcast
We have to get home early
Let’s gather some wood and go home
Our children need us
Whatever we face, we stay next to each other
We´ll climb the hills with ease
Same as we handle problems together
We´ll call our ancestors and pray for our children
So wake up, wake up, my dear husband
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My sisters, come, bring your baskets
Today we will work on the paddy fields
We will harvest the rice
We will collect jackfruit
We will sow millet
Then we will come back home and eat ragi
My sisters, come, bring your baskets
Our fields are full of cashew nuts
It’s time to collect them
When the time of mangoes will come
We will collect those
My sisters, come, we have to work
Our crops are ready
We´ll have enough to eat
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One leaf fell down from the tree
There was an orange seed from which the tree sprouted
Come, beat the drum and we’ll dance
We are sons of our kings
Come friend
Listen to our song
We’ll be telling the story
Register it well
We are sons of god
There used to be a huge giant
And when he died, his bones turned into trees and plants
That’s how our land came to be
Our land is full of fruits
But only today we are dancing
Because today is special
You came and asked us to dance
So now we are dancing
Play the drum
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Sleep my dear child
You are so beautiful, so nice
Why are you crying my child?
What is causing you pain? What is troubling you?
What is making you sad?
Please fall asleep
I named you after our beloved ancestor
Why are you sad even though you bear such a good name?
Please sleep, my child
We keep you safe as if you were a bird in a nest
We put you in a cradle
So why are you unhappy my dear?
You make me feel worried
when I see that you can´t sleep
Please, stop crying and sleep, my dear child
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Today you will become my wife
After wedding I promise I will take you for a long journey
We will travel around the world
You will see different things around you
New buildings, new cities, new cars
New people
I will take you everywhere
I will take you to different countries, you’ll be safe
Why do you want to take me far?
I want to stay home with my parents
I can´t leave them, I can´t leave my village
I don’t want to go with you -
Don’t be afraid, you´ll see, we´ll be happy
I will protect you
We´ll stay together, I´ll never leave you
Today you will become my wife
One day you will see the whole world with me
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Come and dance
We’ll dance together
Under a mango tree
Stop complaining
When we dance, everybody must step as one
Be careful, there is the mango tree
It will mock our dancing
We won´t be the same no more
As legs and arms swing into motion
The mango tree is here, so don´t dance the same way
We are hungry
We are thirsty
Only today we are dancing for you
How did you come here and why did you ask us to dance?
We don’t know how you came here
Suddenly we are dancing
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Talaqpo’s album Totribes is inspired by band member's Lucie's travels through India and the many encounters with local people and music.
It particularly draws on the music and languages of tribal communities in the Odisha state (tracks 1-5,7), the Carnatic music from Tamilnadu (8), and the Hindustani music from Himachal Pradesh (6).
The album features several field recordings of folk songs of the Lanjia Saora, Dongria Khond, Gadaba and Bonda tribes from the Odisha region (tracks 9-14). All recordings were made in 2016 by Lucie with the kind permission from the community members.
Thanks to Jitu Jakesika, Jitu Kumar and Baneet Singh for helping translating the lyrics from their original languages.
Click on tracks (10-14) to read the lyrics.
Talaqpo are
Lucie Páchová voice, composition
Milan Jakeš violin
Šimon Marek violoncello
Jan Chalupa drums
+ guest
Vojtěch Procházka (6, 7, 8) piano, harmonium