гурт Колоход

KOLOHOD (lyrics in English, translated

by Olga Inguz)

 

 Hey, Kolyada !

At the steep mountain top stand oak idols,
Under those idols there are ardent flames.
Under those ardent flames stand boiling cauldrons.
In those cauldrons the great Flame is burning,
Burning every living being, young and old alike.
Round those cauldrons there are old men, wise men.
Those old men, those wise men judge and argue
About life, and death, and  all the mankind:
Judge and predestine a long life for the World.
And they charm evil death with a great spell,
A great spell, a strong spell,
For all evil spirits to beware,
Every living being to be defended.
Hey, Kolyada!

Lyrics by folk, Veleslav, the shaman

 

Singers2 have just passed by

Singers from the new town have just passed by.
Oh, my green-red grapes.
Oh, my green-red grapes.

Then came the singers to the tsar court.
Oh, my green-red grapes.
Oh, my green-red grapes.

The tsar court stands on seven milestones,
On seven milestones, on nine pillars.
Oh, my green-red grapes.

On those pillars there are domes,
There are domes and candles.
Oh, my green-red grapes.

Lyrics by folk.

Kolyada

Kolyada, bonny lassie
Kolyada, fair maiden,
Kolyada, don’t fly by the field,
Kolyada, don’t sit too close,
Kolyada, close to the road.
Kolyada, they will go by,
Kolyada, merchants and boyars,
Kolyada, they will take you,
Kolyada, they will place you,
Kolyada, in the green carriadge,
Kolyada, they will carry you,
Kolyada, they will sell you,
Kolyada, for a hundred roubles.
Kolyada, Kolyada.

Lyrics by folk.

Oh, my grey cockoo

Oh, my grey cockoo

Chorus: Generous evening, good evening,
Kind people, your health!

You’ve flown all over the gardens,
All gardens but one,
In this garden there are three towers.
In the first one lives Clear Crescent,
In the second one ? Gorgeous Sun,
In the third ? Small Stars.
Clear Crescent is a master,
Gorgeous Sun is his wife,
Small Stars are their children.

Lyrics by folk

Goat3

We don’t walk alone, we are pulling a goat,
Our goat is right back from Moscow,
Right back from Moscow and she has long mane,
She has long mane and kids.
Ho-ho, goat, ho-ho, grey goat!
Do not walk by that very village,
By the village there are three Streltsy4!
They are gathering, they are getting ready,
Want to beat the goat, want to kill the grey goat!
They shot at the goat’s right ear!
From the ear came some fluid!
The goat fell on the spot, the grey goat perished!
Now, collector, blow under the goat’s tail!
Now, Asila5, blow at goat’s muzzle!

- Give a piece of fat
For our goat to get up!

Then the goat got up
And went again!

Where she passes there grains grows,
Where she steps there grains nest,
Where she beats a tail there grains bush,
Where she butts there grains in stacks.

Lyrics from the «Rodoliubie6» community «Selected Songs of Community»

White Birch in the Field

In the field a white birch was standing,
In the field a leafy birch was standing,
Liuli-liuli, was standing (2 times)
There was nobody to break it,
There was not anyone to break it,
Liuli-liuli, to break it. (2 times)
I will go for the walk to the field,
I will be the one to break the birch,
Liuli-liuli, the birch (2 times)
I will cut three branches from the birch,
I will cut three branches from the birch,
Liuli-liuli, from the birch (2 times)
I will make three horns from the branches,
I will make three horns from the branches,
Liuli-liuli, from branches (2 times)
I will also make balalaika,
I will also make balalaika,
Liuli-liuli, balalaika. (2 times)

Lyrics by folk.

During the Rusalka7 week

During the Rusalka week  rusalki were sitting,
Early-early, uh!
Rusalki were sitting on the crooked road,
Early-early, uh!
On the crooked road, on the crooked birch,
Early-early, uh!
Rusalki were asking for bread and salt,
Early-early,uh!
Bread, and salt, and bitter onions.
Early-early, uh!

Lyrics by folk.

Flying arrow

Arrow was flying to the end of the village,
Oh, early-early, to the end of the village.
The arrow killed a black raven,
Oh, early-early, a black raven.
There is nobody to caw for the raven,
Oh, early-early,for the raven.
Girls will be crying for the fine young man,
Oh, early-early, for the fine young man.

Lyrics by folk

My good women

Across the swift river there are four yards,
In these four yards there are four women,
Oh, my good dear women, my lovely friends.
Be loved, get married and love me too,
Should you go to a garden, take me with you,
Oh, my good dear women, my lovely friends.
Should you pick up some flowers ? pick some up for me,
Should you make some wreathes ? make one for me,
Oh, my good dear women, my lovely friends.
Should you go the river ? take me with you,
Should you throw your wreathes at the river8 ? throw mine too,
Oh, my good dear women, my lovely friends.
And all the wreathes but mine are swimming above,
And all your sweethearts but mine are back home.

Lyrics by folk

Early in the morning

Early in the morning,
In the greenish dale.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Where have you been tonight,
Kupala, my beauty?
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Maybe, at the river-bank
With your lovely sweetheart.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Gathered the flowers,
Made a wreath.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Made a wreath,
Threw it in the river.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Threw it in the river,
Praised the river
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Oh, you, river-river,
You have very steep banks.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Carry my wreath
To the other bank.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
To the other bank,
Where my sweetheart lives.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.
Early in the morning,
In the greenish dale.
Oh, early-early, on the Summer Solstice.

Lyricsbyfolk.

The night is so short 

The night is so short,
The night is so short  ?
The Solstice night,
The Solstice night.
The dew is so salutary,
The dew is so salutary, ?
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.
People gathered,
People gathered, ?
For the Solstice night,
For the Solstice night.
Sang and dance in a ring,
Sang and dance in a ring, ?
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.
Round dance clockwise,
Round dance clockwise,
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.
The fire flared up,
The fire flared up, ?
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.
Flower was opening,
Flower was opening, ?
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.
East lighted up,
East lighted up, ?
On the Solstice night,
On the Solstice night.

Lyrics from the «Rodoliubie» community «Selected Songs of Community»

Hey, Kupala!

We shall rise to the high mountain,
We shall build burning flames,
We shall put some wheels on fire
And roll them into the rapid current.
As the Sun rises up to the Mountain in the morning,
As it rolls down the slope in the evening,
We shall say: “Glory to Mother Earth!
Glory to Mistress Water!
And the greatest glory to the Brightest Sun!”
Hey, Kupala, hey!
Our greetings to you, Mother Earth,
May you always be full of strength,
May you always be generous to us,
May you bear grains in the field,
Grains, and vegetables, and other plants.
May you keep and save us in your gorges,
On your hills and crossroads,
Do not let us stumble against the evil on the way.
Reveal the hidden treasures to us,
Show us your ancient vigorous power,
Which is more valuable than all the gold and silver.
Let your children live by the Truth,
Help us to do good, to live by it,
To get on well in the homes and give birth to our children,
And to praise our kin by fair labour,
And to praise you, our Mother, ever since!
Our greetings to you, Mistress Water,
You always float despite any obstacle,
Float through the heavens, earth and underworld.
So, come to us, the Purest one,
Sanctify our fields and meadows,
Bring honeydews with you,
Bring strength to all the grass and plants.
One dark night wise women will go away,
They will gather the magic grass and plants
To tame all strong winds,
To make grains grow ripe,
To bring all maidens beauty,
To bring all people health!
Hey, Kupala! Hey!
Our greetings to you, Brightest Sun!
Our light, Grandfather, Dazbog9!
You move about your house,
Your tower with a gilded roof.
You do your curly golden hair
With a tooth-comb.
And when you go out to your gold porch
Saddle your steed with a golden mane,
Gallop through lighted meadows,
Ascend to the high Mountain.
And this Mountain is all the mountains’ mother,
And on this mountain Ancient Oak stands,
all oaks’ father.
Cast your beams all around the world,
Fling a call around the place,
Your grandchildren will respond it
And ascend to high hills and mountains,
And fling up their hands to the skies, praising you,
Everyone will bow before your light,
Hey, Kupala! Hey!

Lyrics by Veleslav, the shaman

Thunder, o Perun10!

Eagle was flying from the Khvalyn10 sea,
He scattered flints and fire strikers around steep shore,
Cast a lightning at Mother Earth
And stroke a fire from flints,
From a lightning came flame,
And then came a cloud
And a heavy rain poured…

Thuder, o Perun, fighting furiously!
Thunder from the skies, resurrect our fire!
Thunder, claiming the victory of Justice!
Thunder to give your blessing for our way!
Thunder your Ardent Flames on the thick clouds!
Thunder hard, thunder with all your might!
Thunder, o Perun the God!

Lyrics be Veleslav, the shaman