I was looking for some songs by a conductor called
Jean Etienne Langianni, who apparently specialises in Corsican chant, and on my trip through Youtube, i found the following songs which i think are rather beautifully sung:
Beth Chivalier
ChanteursPyreneens
Published on May 29, 2010
Translated to English: Les Chanteurs Pyrénééns de Tarbes offers you
a traditional song in the Occitan language (Gascon dialect).
Les Chanteurs Pyrénééns de Tarbes vous proposent une chanson traditionnelle en langue occitane (dialecte gascon).
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Jacky Micaelli, Jean-Etienne et Marie Langianni DOMINE
Album FIAMMA DOMINE / Offectoire de la messe des morts Manuscrit inconnu / fin XVIIIè
English: Offectory of the Mass for the Dead Unknown manuscript / late 18th century
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And finally, i like this for it's energy, it feels rather quaint but profound:
Libertat (Cançon de nèrvi)
Translated: This unpretentious slide show will illustrate in a very personal but symbolic way this beautiful song, which should be the hymn of Occitania! Occitan (southern french) song by J Clozel, music by M. Théron (folk singer from Marseille). Here is a quite personal yet very symbolic slide show illustrating this wonderful occitan song, that should be the Langue d'oc Anthem !
Lyrics translated using DeepL - the comments also have the lyrics posted in French and Occitan:
You who are ardent and naked
You who have your fists on your hips
You who have a bugle voice
Today rings with your lungs full ringing
Ô good muse
You are the muse of the poor beggars
Your face is black with smoke
Your eyes smell the shooting
You are a barricade flower
You are the Venus.
Of the murders of hunger you are the mistress of those who do not have a shirt
The beggars who go without shoes
The breadless, the bedless
Have your caresses
But the others make you burp the fat people and their families
The enemies of the poor people
For your name, you, O holy daughter, is Freedom.
O Freedom how beautiful you are
Your eyes shine like lightning and you cross, free from all evil,
Your arms strong like axes on your breasts.
But then you say hoarse words,
You softer than the stars
And you trouble us, O my beautiful
When we kiss, closing
Your bare feet eyelids.
You who are powerful and rude
You who shine in the rays
You who have a bugle voice
Today calls, calls with full lungs
The time has come.