texts of ritual songs about spring
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Children’s songs about spring are something that can cheer you up when it’s not as warm outside the window as you would like. In ancient times, children’s singing had a completely different weight.
Children, humming freckles, led round dances and played moving games.
It was believed that if spring is not called with chants, then it will not come, and winter will not be able to leave the world. Ritual songs, which our ancestors used for this purpose, in different regions were called haivkas, hagilkas, jagilkas, rydzivkas. In Soviet times, they were simply called freckles.
The tradition of singing freckles and gaivkas is gradually being revived – these songs are also a good opportunity to discuss with children the change of seasons and metamorphosis in the environment. And that women and children traditionally sang them – this is also an opportunity to organize a joint interesting and fun leisure time for mothers and children.
“UP.Zhyttia” has collected for Ukrainian folk songs by folk authorship and from classics of Ukrainian literature.
Come out, come out, Ivanka, sing us a freckle song
Come out, come out, Ivanka,
Sing us a freckle!
Wintered, did not sing –
They waited for spring.
Spring, spring, our spring,
But what did you bring us?
Old women have a stick,
And the girls get a crown!
I rolled the wreath yesterday
Evening, evening
From green periwinkle
And she hung it on a peg.
Mommy came out
The wreath took off,
She took off the wreath
She gave to dislike.
If only I knew that
I would tear it up
I would tear it up
She gave a knife to unlove!
Oh, the cuckoo was forging
Oh, the cuckoo was forgingIn the forest on the mountain,
respect me my sweet
Like a swallow in stress.
How can you not respect me –
You won’t have me.
Because I’m not your hireling
Plowing in the field.
Because I’m not your hireling.
But I’m a housewife.
Where you go, from there you will come,
The house is not a desert.
Oh, the cuckoo was forging
In the field, in the field.
It is better to have a beautiful woman
A knife of a hundred field morgues.
Because in the field you will make
There will be no harvest
And how do you have a nice wife –
Go beyond the limits, people.
Podolyanochka
Somewhere there was a little girl,
Somewhere there was a young woman.
Here she sat down,
Here she fell
fell to the ground,
Haven’t washed for seven years
Because there was no water.
Oh, get up, get up, little boy,
Oh, get up, get up, young lady!
Wash your face
That face is white,
Run to the Danube
Take a young woman
Take the one I want!
Oh, winter has already passed
Oh, it’s already winter
There is no more snow and ice…
Oh, no, oh, no,
There is no more snow and ice…
The cranes flew
And little nightingales…
Oh, little ones, oh, little ones,
Little nightingales…
Flowers are already blooming in the meadow,
The sheep are already grazing the grass.
Oh, graze, oh, graze,
The sheep are already grazing the grass.
Let’s all sing freckles
Welcome to the red spring!
welcome welcome
Welcome to the red spring!
Vesnyanka, Oleksandr Oles
And it’s a beautiful sun
scorched, scorched
clear pure gold
spilled, spilled
There are streams on the street
grumble, grumble.
Cranes are cawing
and fly, and fly.
The snowdrops fell asleep
in the forest, in the forest…
Soon there will be a little girl
all in a wreath, all in a wreath.Oh, little sun,
agreement, agreement!
And you, mother earth,
freaks, freaks!
Freckles, Leonid Hlibov
“Spring has come!
I found warmth!”
— Girls and boys scream.
“Squeal! Chirp!
Leave Zhurba!”
—Sparrows care.
Grandfather ran,
Climbed the hill
— I don’t want to be at home.
The greenhouse blew
He waved his wing,
The beard glistens.
Everything came alive
Everything blossomed.
And a swarm of friendly children
On that hill
Carrying a wreath
From blue violets.
Bryny grandfather,
Like that cat
Crispy and chubby;
Scream, buzz,
A little far
Low-pitched dance:
“Honor spring,
Don’t sleep, coo
Our pigeon is cuckoo!
Do not wither, grow
you look beautiful
Flowery little king!”
“Squeal! Chirp!
Leave Zhurba!”
— Sparrows sing along;
And I was glad
got younger
Like those girls and boys.
Water spilled over four fords.
Water spilled over four fords.
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
What the cuckoo forges in the first ford,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
And in the second ford, the pike-fish plays,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
And in the third ford, the nightingale chirps,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
And in the fourth ford, the little girl cries,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
The cuckoo sings, because the bird hears,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
The pike fish plays, breaks the ice,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
The nightingale chirps, the grasshopper calls,
Hey, flower children, spring is red, the potion is green.
Vesnyanka, Ivan Franko
Grow up, vine, greyhound
Develop, vine, greyhound,
Green wood!
The dead comes to life
Nature anew.
Comes to life, breaks
Winter’s bonds,
Renew with fresh strength
And fresher hopes.
Turn green, native field,
Ukrainian level!
Rise up, ears of corn,
Reach happily!
And all the best to the family
You nurtured the eyelids,
And to serve the world well
From your fruit became!
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