Mesmerising overtone singing - Okna Tsagan Zam sings heroic epic Dzhangar
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- Epic bard and overtone-/throatsinger Okna Tsagan Zam from Kalmykia sings the heroic epic Dzhangar, a complete version. This performance is definitely one of my all time favourites. Whenever I start listening to it, I can't get enough of it, what a treat! To me this music is sort of trance-inducing, and therefore every listening session turns out to be a very rewarding pleasant experience. I cannot speak for others, but still, I'm pretty convinced this music will proof irresistable to- and make a lasting impression on every open minded music loving listener.
PdR - 6 january 2015
Sublime! The dombra is like the imitation of the horse's rhythm. It feels like traveling through the steppe. The throat singing is otherworldy, as if offered by the divine!
Came from your excellent Faust upload to this. Couldn't be any more different yet no less spellbinding. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks!
Thank you for sharing this, brings many thoughts and images to mind.
Best sound in the World
songs that is not well known
but it is better than most
Greatness in shadows, thanks PRH.
not to be missed!
i know this languege
Thank you for sharing! This form of music gives me bliss.
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@@taivanbatbatmunkh7406 It's Oirat.
Okna or Vladimir is a European Oirat.
@@jthomas8263there is no such thing as oirat language there is only mongolian language and have different accents like oirat, khalkha, buryat, tsahar etc
this is not song. He is not singing. This is a "Tuuli". We can't translate it because no more word in english. Mongolians tradition is longer than jesus, budda, allah
This is the Western Mongolian (Oirat-Kalmyk) epic Dzhangar. You correctly noted that this is a tuul. Its performers are called "Jangarchi". He sings about the country of Bumba, about its ruler Dzhangar and heroes. Bumba is a fabulous country that is rich in everything and all people do not age after 25 years.
An excerpt about Jangar himself:
It was at the beginning of time
In the ancient golden age.
Eternity began to flourish.
The majestic dawn dawned
The faith of the Burkhans is a saint.
Jangar lived in those days.
Round he remained an orphan.
This is what they say about him:
So i-Zul y-khana he was a seed,
Tangs yk-B of Umba Khan was the grandson,
He was the son of the great Uzyung.
He learned early the war,
Horror passed through his homeland:
In the summer of his second life
A cruel mangas has invaded the country.
Barely entered the third summer
(Aranzal - his horse -
There were only two at the time)
Dzhangar has already mounted his horse.
He galloped, ringing with armor,
Three fortresses destroyed the gates -
Three year old orphan
Having conquered Guljin-mangas.
Entering the fourth summer,
Four fortresses gates
Destroyed noyon - an orphan,
Derding Shar-mangas subdued.
On the fifth summer, having entered the threshold,
He overcame five shulmus,
Five lords captured in full.
And when the noyon entered
In the fifth summer of his life,
Shikshirgi filled him,
Made him a hostage.
But as soon as the noyon reached
his sixth summer, -
He destroyed the gates of six fortresses,
The staves broke forty peaks.
Powerfully expanding their frontiers,
Conquering Altan Tsedzhi -
The owner of the golden tower,
Made him head
Above the right semicircle of their
Countless heroes.
When he reached the seventh year,
He became the Khan of the Seven Powers,
He became known as great and glorious.
In those days when I rode
The wind is faster than the horse Aranzal,
Pika was not only motley -
The motley peak was sharp,
And Dzhangar was young and glorious,
The Burkhans themselves were equal, -
Four khans for his wife
They offered their daughters.
And simple noyons to him
They offered their daughters.
Jangar did not want to listen,
They walked away with nothing.
Nom Tegis took his daughter as his wife -
Between East and South, his khanate, -
How to measure the space of it!
They say this about the land of Jangra:
It was Bumba's country -
That's what she was originally called.
Of the horses found there
Aranzals are alone, they say.
Of people found there
The giants are alone, they say.
Forty this country,
This promised country.
After twenty five years
Years didn't add up.
Death did not enter there.
People didn't know in this country
Severe frosts to get cold
Summer heat to fade.
Autumn gave way to spring there.
The wind was swaying.
The rain was a fragrance.
Thousands of thousands of happy people
Small was the expanse of the steppe
In a five-month way wide;
Like the navel of heaven and earth,
A bald mountain rose there,
Visible from afar.
There is an ocean Yergen Shartyg
Like a blue circle lay,
I ran north and south.
Cool Dombo River
Only Jangra gave water to drink.
In the summer she seethed and in the winter,
Washing away the coast.
They talk about Jungra like this:
He was a true master.
Yellow four truths he
Connected in his hands.
His power was indestructible.
Glory is unstoppable
Thundered on the spacious earth.
Like haze in the morning
Golden like a tent
Wise Jangra sparkled hall.
This is what an expert says about him:
Once the Dzhangrovy bogatyrs
Have a conversation with each other:
“To Noyon the ruler, we
To our ruler we
Let's build a Dzhangru palace like this,
Who has no equal in the world!”
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Awesome 👍😊😁
it's little bit similiar to Welder - Purple & Orange