NYCC 2026 - Texts and Translations
CNJC 2026 - Textes et traductions
Our PRAISE – OUR LAMENT
Lobet den Herrn – Johann Sebastian Bach
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Lobet den Herrn, alle Heiden,
und preiset ihn, alle Völker! Denn seine Gnade und Wahrheit waltet über uns in Ewigkeit. Alleluja. |
Praise the Lord, all the heathens
And celebrate him, all the peoples! For his grace and truth Reign over us forever. Alleluia! |
Pakaskitawew – Henry Purcell/Andrew Balfour* (arr.)
S/he hears her/him crying/mourning
Lamentations of Jeremiah Mvt. 1 O vos omnes qui transitis per viam – Alberto Ginastera
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O vos omnes, qui transitis per viam, adtendite
et videte si est dolor sicut dolor meus: quoniam vindemiavit me, ut locutus est Dominus in die irae furoris sui. Vide Domine quoniam tribulor conturbatus est venter meus, Vide Domine subversum est cor meum in memet ipsa, quoniam amaritudine plena sum: foris interfecit gladius et domi mors similis est. Idcirco ego plorans et oculus meus deducens aquas: quia longe factus est a me consolator, convertens animam meam: facti sunt filii mei, perditi quoniam invaluit inimicus. Persequeris in furore et conteres eos sub coelis Domine. |
Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?
Look around and see. Is any suffering like my suffering that was inflicted on me, That the Lord brought on me in the day of his fierce anger? See, O Lord, how distressed I am! I am in torment within, and in my heart I am disturbed, for I have been most rebellious. Outside, the sword bereaves; inside there is only death. This is why I weep and my eyes overflow with tears. No one is near to comfort me, no one to restore my spirit. My children are destitute because the enemy has prevailed. Pursue them in anger and destroy them from under the heavens of the Lord. |
OUR ANCESTORS
Parlez-moi - France Levasseur-Ouimet*/Allan Bevan* (arr.)
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Je cherche un peu partout
Dans l’espoir de trouver Quel qu’un qui connait bien la mer et son halein’ salé Qui pourrait bien me dire Pour quoi j’ai dans la peau Le bruit des vagues sur la plage Le chant liquide et pur de l’eau Parlez-moi de la mer Racontez-moi son histoire Dîtes-moi parlez-moi Pour que je sois marin pour que je sois marin Parlez-moir de la mer, Dîtes-moi, parlez-moi J’ai parlé de la plaine Aux vieux de mon pays, Ils n’ont pas su beaucoup m’aider Ils ne m’ont pas compris. Ils ont parlé du temps Qui se perd dans l’oubli, De l’ennui de la solitude Mais de la plaine ils n’ont rien dit Parlez-moi de la plaine Racontez-moi son histoire Dîtes-moi, parlez-moi Pour que je sois marin pour je sois marin Parlez-moi de la mer, Dîtes-moi, parlez-moi J’ai parlé à ma mère, Elle qui connaît si bien Tous les grands héros légendaires Dont on me dit plus rien. Elle m’a parlé d’espoir De la mort de la vie De l’amour du don du chagrin Mais de la terre elle n’z rien dit. Enseignez moi la terre Apprenez moi la la mer Expliquez moi la plaine Pour que je la comprenne Donnez moi les mots qui’l me faut, Parlez-moi de la terre Racontez-moi son histoire , Dîtes-moi, parlez-moi pour que je sois gardien pour que je sois gardien Parlez-moi de la terre Dîtes-moi, parlez-moi |
I search everywhere in the hope of finding someone who knows the salty breath of the sea, someone who can tell me why the sound of the waves on the shore and the pure and liquid song of the sea flow through my very being.
Speak to me of the sea. Tell me its story so that I may become a sailor. I spoke of the prairies to the elders of my country but they could not help me. They did not understand me. They spoke of time that is lost in forgetfulness, of loneliness, of solitude but of the prairies they said nothing. Speak to me of the prairies. Tell me their story so that I may be able to see beyond the horizon. I spoke to my mother. She knows so well all the great legendary heroes of which we no longer speak. She spoke to me of hope, of death, of life, of love, of giving and of grief. But of the earth she did not speak. Teach me the earth and the sea and the prairies so that I may understand them. Give me the words that I need. Speak to me of the earth. Tell me its story so that I may become its guardian. ~Translation by France Levasseur-Ouimet |
Nukum - Alex Vollant
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(Innu Language)
Nukum tshipatshi a itapishtin uenapissish? tshetshi tipatshimushtuin ueshkat ka aussiuin tan itenitakanipan nutshimit anu mishapan |
(English Translation)
Grand-mother Can I lay down next to you for a while? Can you tell me about life When you were young When our land was bigger |
OUR SORROW – OUR JOY
We are Carried – Scott Reimer
We are carried
In life,
In hopes,in dreams,
In wombs,in arms,
In hands,in hearts,
In love,in grief,
In life,in prayers,
In death,in memory.
In all things,
At all times,
We are carried.
In life,
In hopes,in dreams,
In wombs,in arms,
In hands,in hearts,
In love,in grief,
In life,in prayers,
In death,in memory.
In all things,
At all times,
We are carried.
Speak to us of Joy - Sami Anguaya
On Joy and Sorrow By: Kahlil Gibran
On Joy and Sorrow By: Kahlil Gibran
Then a woman said, Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is
asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your
sorrow rise or fall.
And he answered:
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter’s oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping
for that which has been your delight.
Some of you say, “Joy is greater than sorrow,” and others say, “Nay, sorrow is the greater.”
But I say unto you, they are inseparable.
Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board, remember that the other is
asleep upon your bed.
Verily you are suspended like scales between your sorrow and your joy.
Only when you are empty are you at standstill and balanced.
When the treasure-keeper lifts you to weigh his gold and his silver, needs must your joy or your
sorrow rise or fall.
Puudutus - Tõnu Kõrvits
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Puuduta mind oma tulise palgega
nii et on ilus ja valus. Oma silmade sinimustvalgega puuduta veel, ma palun. Refr: Kas tunned kuis meile ikka on lahti kõige kõrgemad taeva teed, kui tuleme kokku, kui leiame mahti, jätame vaevad ja laulame. Rüüpa mu elust januse sõõmuga, kõige kaunimad ajad. Puudutan Sind oma rahu ja rõõmuga nõnda palju kui vajad. Refr: Puuduta mind oma headuse väega, ainsaga, millel on väärtust. Õnnista oma sileda käega minu karget saatust. Refr: Puuduta mind oma tulise palgega nii et on ilus ja valus. Oma silmade sinimustvalgega, puuduta veel, ma palun. |
Touch me if you will with your fiery features, make it beautiful – painfully so. Please let the blue black and white of your eyes touch me again I pray you.
Refr: Do you feel how the heavens’ highest roads before us lie ever open. When we come together, when we take the time, leaving our troubles behind, we can sing. Drink a deep and thirsty draught from my life of its very loveliest moments. I will touch you with the peace and joy within me as much as you may want. Refr. Touch me with the power of your goodness, of all things the only treasure, bless if you will with your smooth, sleek hand my own fate, rough and tattered. Refr. Touch me if you will with your fiery features, make it beautiful – painfully so. Please let the blue black and white of your eyes touch me again I pray you. |
MY VOICE
Where is My Voice? - Shane Raman
Silenced Voices of ancestors,
sing in the air,
speak of injustice,
ignored by histories.
Where is my voice?
We are their stories.
sing in the air,
speak of injustice,
ignored by histories.
Where is my voice?
We are their stories.
Guard My Tongue - Julia Wolfe
Guard my tongue from speaking evil,
and my lips from speaking deceit.
— after Psalm 34
and my lips from speaking deceit.
— after Psalm 34
Yen sabai sao na (ເຢັນສະບາຍຊາວນາ) - Robert Delgado (arr.)
ເຢັ ນສະບາຍ ເຢັ ນສະບາຍ ຊາວນາ
Yen sabai, yen sabai sao na
Calm and content, calm and content, we are people of the fields
ເຮົ າເປັ ນລູ ກຊາວນາ
Hao pen look sao na
We are children of the rice fields
ມາແຕ່ ເຊົ ້ າ ອອກໄປຫາກິ ນ
Ma beak kun thai lai ko ai long thong ha kin
We rise early and go out to work for our living
ຢູ ່ ຕາມທ້ ອງນາ ຈົ ນຄໍ ່ າຄື ນ
Yoo tam padong mua pha kham long kong
We remain in the fields until evening falls
ອອກຈາກນາ ກ ັ ບໄປເຮື ອນ
Oeyu na pai ha heuan
Then we return home
ໄປຢູ ່ ບ້ ານນາ ມີ ຄວາມສຸ ກໃຈ
Pai va yu banna nan seun jid jay
Living in the village brings joy to the heart
ຮ່ າງກາຍສົ ດຊື ່ ນ
Leu va pieu kaya
The body feels refreshed
ບ້ ານນາມີ ເຂົ ້ າ ມີ ປາ
Ban na mee khao mee pa
There is rice and fish in the village
ລົ ມພ ັ ດເຢັ ນສະບາຍ
Ya lom pat yen sabai
A gentle breeze blows cool and calm
ຍາມແລງມາຮວມກ ັ ນ
Yarm suy nung lung kouy buk don
In the evening, we gather together
ຮ້ ອງເພງ ແລະ ເລັ ນດົ ນຕີ
Khup karb khup kon la phon lam pao khen
Singing and making music together
ໂອ້ ນ້ ອງເອີ ຍ ມາຮ່ ວມກ ັ ນ
O wa nong euy ma houam geang houam chai
Oh my dear, come join together
ຮ່ ວມໃຈ ຮ່ ວມສຽງ
Ka yai ban peang meuang
In unity of heart and voice
ຄວາມສຸ ກຢູ ່ ໃນທາງນີ ້
Sook kor sook leurt lam nai thang
Happiness lies along this path
ເປັ ນຊີ ວິ ດຊາວນາ
Pen tham sang see vid sao na
This is the life of the farmer
ເຖິ ງຈະຍາກ ກໍ ອົ ດທົ ນ
Phew ai kum thum pa ua sard pa za
Even in hardship, we endure
ຮ່ ວມແຮງ ຮ່ ວມໃຈ
Kum thun pa ua sard pa za
Working together with strength and unity
ກ້ າວໄປຂ້ າງໜ້ າ
Ork geang tung na tan pai eut hew
Moving forward together
Yen sabai, yen sabai sao na
Calm and content, calm and content, we are people of the fields
ເຮົ າເປັ ນລູ ກຊາວນາ
Hao pen look sao na
We are children of the rice fields
ມາແຕ່ ເຊົ ້ າ ອອກໄປຫາກິ ນ
Ma beak kun thai lai ko ai long thong ha kin
We rise early and go out to work for our living
ຢູ ່ ຕາມທ້ ອງນາ ຈົ ນຄໍ ່ າຄື ນ
Yoo tam padong mua pha kham long kong
We remain in the fields until evening falls
ອອກຈາກນາ ກ ັ ບໄປເຮື ອນ
Oeyu na pai ha heuan
Then we return home
ໄປຢູ ່ ບ້ ານນາ ມີ ຄວາມສຸ ກໃຈ
Pai va yu banna nan seun jid jay
Living in the village brings joy to the heart
ຮ່ າງກາຍສົ ດຊື ່ ນ
Leu va pieu kaya
The body feels refreshed
ບ້ ານນາມີ ເຂົ ້ າ ມີ ປາ
Ban na mee khao mee pa
There is rice and fish in the village
ລົ ມພ ັ ດເຢັ ນສະບາຍ
Ya lom pat yen sabai
A gentle breeze blows cool and calm
ຍາມແລງມາຮວມກ ັ ນ
Yarm suy nung lung kouy buk don
In the evening, we gather together
ຮ້ ອງເພງ ແລະ ເລັ ນດົ ນຕີ
Khup karb khup kon la phon lam pao khen
Singing and making music together
ໂອ້ ນ້ ອງເອີ ຍ ມາຮ່ ວມກ ັ ນ
O wa nong euy ma houam geang houam chai
Oh my dear, come join together
ຮ່ ວມໃຈ ຮ່ ວມສຽງ
Ka yai ban peang meuang
In unity of heart and voice
ຄວາມສຸ ກຢູ ່ ໃນທາງນີ ້
Sook kor sook leurt lam nai thang
Happiness lies along this path
ເປັ ນຊີ ວິ ດຊາວນາ
Pen tham sang see vid sao na
This is the life of the farmer
ເຖິ ງຈະຍາກ ກໍ ອົ ດທົ ນ
Phew ai kum thum pa ua sard pa za
Even in hardship, we endure
ຮ່ ວມແຮງ ຮ່ ວມໃຈ
Kum thun pa ua sard pa za
Working together with strength and unity
ກ້ າວໄປຂ້ າງໜ້ າ
Ork geang tung na tan pai eut hew
Moving forward together
OUR VOICES
Come and I will Sing You - Kathleen Allan
What will you sing me?
I will sing you One – o
What will the one be?
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Two – o
What will the two be?
Two of them were lily-white babes
Clothèd all in green – o
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Three – o
What will the three be?
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Four – o
What will the four be?
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Five – o
What will the five be?
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Six – o
What will the six be?
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Seven – o
What will the seven be?
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Eight – o
What will the eight be?
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Nine – o
What will the nine be?
Nine, the bright-eyes shiners
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Ten – o
What will the ten be?
Ten, the ten commandments,
Nine, the bright-eyes shiners
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be, so!
I will sing you One – o
What will the one be?
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Two – o
What will the two be?
Two of them were lily-white babes
Clothèd all in green – o
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Three – o
What will the three be?
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Four – o
What will the four be?
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Five – o
What will the five be?
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Six – o
What will the six be?
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Seven – o
What will the seven be?
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Eight – o
What will the eight be?
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Nine – o
What will the nine be?
Nine, the bright-eyes shiners
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be
Come and I will sing you
What will you sing me?
I will sing you Ten – o
What will the ten be?
Ten, the ten commandments,
Nine, the bright-eyes shiners
Eight, the Gabriel angels
Seven, the seven stars under the sky
Six, the six Bol’ wagers
Five, the flea boys under the bush
Four, the gospel creatures,
Three of them were drivers,
Two of them were lily-white babes
One, the one, is all alone
And evermore shall be, so!
Through the Noise - Katerina Gimon
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Lost in the noise of life.
Some days I’m lost, Some days I’m lost in the noise of life. I feel its weight just like a wave I can’t escape. How fast it moves, How it consumes all that it touches. It’s hard to find a voice that’s mine in all this noise. But still, I mean to rise, I mean to rise like a stream of light. To lead with love and to be brave even when it’s tough. To mold and shape this world, this place that we’ve been left to fix. To turn the page on past mistakes and keep on trying even when things look stark. Oh, is this our voice behind all this noise? Oh, is this our voice lost somewhere behind this noise? Oh, somewhere in there, (Listen close, it’s there.) our voice… (Listen, we’re still here…) We are kindness. We are hope. We are misunderstood. We are change. This is our voice. This is our heart beneath it all. This is our dream, this is our cause. This is our voice behind the noise. This is our voice! |
Spoken text (1):
Being a young person today means trying to find a voice in a world of noise. Being hyper-aware of how fast the world moves, and struggling to stay present and focused. Trying to foster sincerity in an online world where everything is ironic and a joke. Trying to stop wasting my time on my phone. Trying to stop worrying about wasted time. Trying to carry the pressure placed on us by past generations to “fix” things Trying to foster community in an increasingly individualistic world. Trying to be optimistic and help others be optimistic too. Spoken text (2): The strength of our generation is genuine care. We are reflections of those around us in different shapes. We are adapting to how we need to thrive in a changing society. We want to pave ways for the next passionate young people. Misunderstood, misjudged, unheard. We are growing and learning, still becoming. We are finding our courage. We are ready and capable. Ready to fly. |
