La Balanguera
La Balanguera is the anthem of belonging to the Balearic Spanish island of Mallorca.
History
The text in a poem written by the Mallorcan poet Joan Alcover i Maspons 1902-1903. Joan Alcover was inspired by the popular Majorcan song on a female figure ( mallorquina ) called Balanguera. Popularly known as Berenguera it was also the name of many folk dances of the island of Mallorca, as well as in Catalonia and the province of Valencia.
The musical arrangement for the poem of Alcover dates from 1926 and was written by the Catalan composer Amadeu Vives. During the period of Franco's dictatorship, the performances were banned. After this period, the song became very popular again by the singer Maria del Mar Bonet.
The island of Majorca government led La Balanguera 1996 as an anthem to manifest the independence of the island further. With the desire connected to play on official occasions with representatives of Mallorca this hymn rather than the Spanish national anthem Balanguera has been sent to all the countries of the European Union.
Lyrics in German and
La Balanguera misteriosa, com una aranya d'art subtle, Buida que sa Buida Filosa, de nostra vida faithful lo profile. Com una parca bé cavilla teixint la tela by Dema La Balanguera fila, fila, la Balanguera filarà. Endorser l' ullada cap enrera guaita les ombres de l' avior, i de la nova primavera sap on s'amaga la Llavor. Sap que la soca més s'enfila com més Endins pot arrelar La Balanguera fila, fila, la Balanguera filarà. De tradicions i d' esperances tix la senyera pel jovent com qui fa un de vel noviances amb cabelleres d'or i argent de la infantesa qui s'enfila de la vellura qui va se'n. La Balanguera fila, fila, la Balanguera filarà
The mysterious Balanguera empties, yes, empties her distaff like a spider in the highest art pulls her the thread of our life. As one of the Fates, the well-considered the material for the morning spins spins the Balanguera, weaves, will spin forever the Balanguera. Gazing back they espied the shadows of the origin - and she knows where the germ the new spring hidden. She knows that the tree trunk aim higher, deeper to its roots; the Balanguera spins incessantly, forever the Balanguera is spinning. From traditions and hopes she weaves the standard of the youth like someone from threads of gold and silver a wedding veil makes. From childhood, which enqueues into life, of age, which it leaves spins the Balanguera, weaves, will spin forever the Balanguera.