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Sus lou prat  
(On the meadow)
Nissart lyrics and music by Georges Delrieu. Traditional from County of Nice.
| Chorus |
Sus lou prat li a tou plèn de flou,
Larila, larila, rireta,
Sus lou prat li a de parpaioun,
Parpaioun, vai trovà li flou ! | | On the meadow there is plenty of flowers,
Larila, larila, rireta,
On the meadow there are butterflies,
Butterfly, let go and find flowers! |
1st verse |
De nouostri maioun avèn escapat
Per estr’a l’arenta
Dai nouostr’amourous.
Lu rescountrerèn au cantoun dòu prat,
Doun poussa de menta
Au perfum tant dous. | | From our houses we escaped
To go and meet
Our lovers.
We will meet them by the meadowside
Where grows mint
With a so sweet scent. |
2nd verse |
— Lou miéu farluquet a de belli man,
De fini manièra,
Pi sau ben parlà.
— Lou miéu bouon amic noun es qu’un paisan.
L’ai vist ièr au sera,
M’a gaire parlat. | | — My whippersnapper (1) gets pretty hands,
Good manners,
And he is a good speaker.
— My boy friend is only a peasant.
I saw him yesterday in the evening,
He didn’t really talk to me. |
3rd verse |
— Per una crous d’or que mi va pourtà,
Me quauqui baieta
L’ai encigalat.
— Ièu, noun n’ai rèn fach que de l’escoutà.
Siéu una fiheta
E noun auji pas ! | | — For a golden cross he is going to bring me,
With some kisses
I got round him.
— Me, I only listened to him.
I’m a young girl
And I don’t dare! |
4th verse |
— Ai cuhit de flou, de flou d’aubrespin.
Faran garnidura
Au vouostre courpet (2).
— Li vèu perlejà l’aiga dòu matin !
Ensin la natura
Manda soun afet. | | — I’ve picked flowers, hawthorn blossoms.
They will make trimming
On your bodice.
— I see there forming the morning water (3)!
In this way the nature
Sends its affection. |
5th verse |
— Ma perqué noun vèn, lou miéu bèu moussù,
Lou miéu calignaire
Que m’aimava proun ?
— Noun l’avès gardat ? Segur s’ès perdù !
Li a en lou terraire
Tant de coutihoun ! | | — But why doesn’t he come, my pretty mister,
My lover
Who loved me so much?
— You didn’t keep him? He surely lost his way!
There are in the country
So much petticoats! |
6th verse |
— Ben de farluquet v’en proumetteran.
Veirès dei proumessa
Mancou lou coulou !
— Lu ver amourous si countènteran,
Per touta riquessa,
D’un massoun de flou ! | | — Many whippersnappers will promise you.
You will see, of the promises,
Not even the color!
— The true lovers will content themselves,
For the only wealth they will have,
With a bunch of flowers! |
1. Farluquet: from the old French freluque, tuft of hair.
2. In his Dictionnaire niçois-français, Georges Castellana gives: courset.
3. I.e. the dew.
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