2024/12/24平安夜是個很冷的天氣…
聚餐回家播放 #娜塢的路上會有好多彎專輯 , 腦子浮現很多年前一張 #西班牙心虹熱樂團LasEscarlatinas繽紛彩虹專輯 , 語言曲風完全不同 , 卻有恰似久違重逢的一種感動。正因為不懂語言所以屏除了歌詞的涵義後，就會純粹仔細地聆聽旋律。重複撥放其中一首：它的旋律像微涼的秋風，輕柔有點靦腆… 我覺得用呢喃或者低語不適合形容它；倒覺得她正在不急不徐說著我不明白的故事…於是查了歌詞，她是這麼說著：
【emoo 離家的人】 by Naa’u娜塢
i′emo mngoi ta emoo, o’a isis′a kuzoa na iachisi emoo
離家的人 並不是不愛自己的家
i’emo micu saasmoyxskx, o’a las′a o′te yxesx
成熟的人 並不是不會哭泣
i’emo yaa to′hxngxa, o’a las′a o’te ngohexngex
有夢的人 並不是不會害怕
i′emo yaa emisia, upena honci uhnenu teec’o meelx biemisi
有根的人 到哪裡都可以扎根
lac’o yonto iachi hupa ho tiseiti o′la cocoeconx ci cou
獵人在屬於自己的獵場上打獵
hola homeyaya, tato noteuyunu ho ′aveoveoyx to ba’e ton′u
小米豐收時 我們齊聚感謝小米女神的眷顧
teto yu’ti′eopx ho maikuyungu ho tohpxngx
大家一起牽起手 圍成一圈 讚美吧！
upena honciko yonenu
不管你在何處
upena honciko yonenu
不管你在何處
atatalxa yaeokeoasu’sio
只要記得呼吸順暢就好了
我想應該會有一種共鳴真的可以超越語言和文字…對吧?
平安夜，聖歌以外有一種平凡而不循常的嗓音來自娜塢，讓冷空氣中，低溫依然含蘊著剔透溫暖的心靈。
Christmas Eve, 2024, was a cold one…
Returning home from a gathering, I played the album On the Way of Naa’u. My mind drifted back many years to an album by the Spanish band Las Escarlatinas, Al Galope. Despite the completely different languages and styles, I felt a familiar, moving resonance, like a long-awaited reunion. Perhaps because I didn’t understand the language, I was able to set aside the meaning of the lyrics and listen purely to the melody.
I replayed one song in particular: its melody felt like a cool autumn breeze—gentle and slightly shy. “Whispering” or “murmuring” doesn’t quite capture it; rather, it felt as though she was calmly telling a story I couldn’t yet understand… So, I looked up the lyrics, and this is what she said:
The one who leaves home does not do so out of a lack of love for home. The one who is mature is not one who never weeps. The one who has dreams is not one who never feels fear. The one who has roots can take root anywhere. The hunter hunts upon their own hunting grounds. When the millet is harvested, we gather to thank the Millet Goddess for her grace. Let us join hands, form a circle, and offer our praise! No matter where you are, No matter where you are, Just remember to keep breathing steadily, and all will be well.
I believe there truly is a kind of resonance that transcends language and text… wouldn’t you agree?
On Christmas Eve, beyond the traditional carols, there is a voice from Naa’u—extraordinary in its perceived simplicity—that allows a heart of translucent warmth to linger within the cold air.