- published: 13 Apr 2015
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Lelo or lelo burti (Georgian: ლელო ბურთი) (meaning literally in Georgian "Field Ball") is a Georgian folk sport, which is a full contact ball game, and very similar to rugby. In fact, even within Georgian rugby union terminology, the word lelo is used to mean a try, and the popularity of rugby union in Georgia has also been attributed to it.
Lelo was played in Georgia from ancient times and is still played on occasions in rural areas. A field ("Lelo") would be selected and
Sometimes the playing field was between two water courses. The two teams, usually consisting of the male population of neighbouring villages, would face each other. The number of players from each side was not set traditionally, but included any able men each village could summon. A large, heavy ball was placed in the middle of the field and the goal of the game was to carry it over the river to the "half" of the opposing side.
During the Soviet Period, lelo became standardised:
This standardised version features fifteen-a-side teams (as per rugby union), and forward passing (in contrast to rugby football). Players are allowed to knock the ball out of opponents' hands, but unlike American football the blocking of opponents without the ball is not allowed. The pushing and tripping (or hacking) of opponents is also disallowed, and players are not allowed to jump on them. The object is to get the ball into the goal mouth, which is known as a mak.
Lavoine/Aboulker
Sur une guitare, sur un violon
Qu'il soit trop tard, qu'il soit trop long
Sur un boulevard ou sous un pont
Le sans-logis fait sa chanson
Sur une guitare sur un violon
Sur un tam-tam du Gabon
Sur une batterie à l'occasion
Le sans-patrie fait sa chanson
Si la vérité sort de la bouche du métro
Si le monde entier dit qu'on a tort d'aimer trop
Quand l'hiver est rude et qu'on cri "chaud les marrons"
Le sans-abri fait sa chanson
La liberté
C'est pas la porte à côté
La liberté
C'est le bout du monde
Sur une guitare, sur un violon
Sur des gamelles et des bidons
À tout hasard sous les balcons
Le sans-papiers fait sa chanson
Sur une guitare, sur un violon
Sur un air de Duke Ellington
À bout de souffle, à bout de son
Le sans-le-sou fait sa chanson
Si la vérité sort de la bouche du métro
Si le monde entier dit qu'on a tort d'aimer trop
Quand l'hiver est rude et qu'on crie "chaud les marrons"