Alexander Rybak has performed this song many times, and it was also the song he performed on his first visit to Belarus since he left in the age of 5. The video of his performance you’ll find below the lyrics. And if you wonder what the song is about, read the text below the video.
“Kupalinka” is another well-known Belarusian folk song. It tells about a girl who gathers in the garden of roses and turns them into a wreath.
Lyrics related with the ancient pagan holiday of Ivan Kupala, which is celebrated every year on July 6. On this day the youth lights a large bonfires on the banks of rivers, lakes, and then jump over the flames. It is a symbol of youth and health. Girls making wreaths and let them float down the river. If the wreath drift away far away, the girl will marry. If the wreath back to shore, the marriage will not be. If the wreath will drown, then the girl gets sick.
And at night the people went into the woods to look for “Paparats-kvetka” (flower of fern). People say that a man who finds a flower, would understand the language of birds and animals, will find all the hidden treasures, open all the secrets of the earth.
And now every summer young people gather on the banks of rivers and jumping over the fire. And like thousands of years ago, everyone is looking for “Paparats-kvetka.” And sing this beautiful melodious song.
3 thoughts on “Kupalinka w/lyrics – A Belarusian folksong – Alexander Rybak”
Hi dear friends ^ _ ^
I have two questions for you!
1 -- No one here knows what that means Kupalinka?
2 -- can someone translate this text into Persian?
Hi dear friends ^ _ ^
I have two questions for you!
1 -- No one here knows what that means Kupalinka?
2 -- can someone translate this text into Persian?
Hi Pari! Kupalonka is Belarussian folk song, here you can read more about it: http://mynativebelarus.blogspot.com/2012/04/kupalinka-beautiful-folk-song.html
I’ve made a free translation of Kupalinka that’s very close to the original. Rhyming is not an easy task:)
Kupalinka, Kupalinka
dark night skies I’m watching
dark night skies I’m watching
and where is your daughter?
my dear daughter is in orchard
weeding, weeding roses
weeding, weeding roses
piercing, piercing her white hands
picking flowers, picking flowers
weaving, weaving her wreaths
weaving, weaving her wreaths
shedding, shedding her tears