Текст и перевод песни K. J. Yesudas - Ambili Poovettam (From "Ente Swantham Janakikutty") - Male Vocals

Ambili Poovettam (From "Ente Swantham Janakikutty") - Male Vocals

Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Veetinakathe poomuttathunde
Thaane valarnnoru mandaaram
Mandara kombathu pari kalikkana
Poothumbi pennine ariyamo
Ningalkkariyaamo ningalkkariyaamo
Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Kalithozhimarothu thiri theruthu
Bagavathi kettil vilakku vachu
Kalithozhimarothu thiri theruthu
Bagavathi kettil vilakku vachu
Kaiyala naalilum paayaramothi
Avarodumivarodum padham paranju
Orupadorupadu swapnam kandaval
Aayiram pookkalil thapassirunnu
Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Puthumazha theliyile kuliram kuliru
Penninaniyan aavani nilakodi
Puthumazha theliyile kuliram kuliru
Penninaniyan aavani nilakodi
Kolusitta kanankal kilu kilungumbol
Karikaadi padathe njattuvela
Arikathu vannonnu konchiyaalo
Avalude kilimozhi thiruvaathira
Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Ambili poovettam ponnuruli
Naalpaamaram kondu kilivathil
Veetinakathe poomuttathunde
Thaane valarnnoru mandaaram
Mandara kombathu pari kalikkana
Poothumbi pennine ariyamo
Ningalkkariyaamo ningalkkariyaamo

Golden Champaka Bloom (From "Ente Swantham Janakikutty") - Male Vocals

Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
In the courtyard blooms a fragrant tree,
A Mandara, grown so wild and free.
On the Mandara branch, butterflies dance and play,
Do you understand, oh girl, what I say?
Do you know, do you know?
Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
Confused steps, a wavering path you tread,
A lamp you light in the temple, prayers you said.
Confused steps, a wavering path you tread,
A lamp you light in the temple, prayers you said.
The anklet's gentle rhythm, a graceful sound,
Your footsteps echo, on holy ground.
The one who dreamt a dream or two,
Meditates amongst a thousand blooms, it's true.
Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
In the drizzle of fresh rain, coolness does reside,
A girl adorned, like the flag of Avani's tide.
In the drizzle of fresh rain, coolness does reside,
A girl adorned, like the flag of Avani's tide.
When playful eyes twinkle and gleam,
Like the blackbird's melody, a sweet, sweet dream.
If a stranger comes, unknowingly astray,
Her parrot-like words, like Thiruvathira day.
Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
Golden Champaka bloom, a thread of gold,
In the parrot's beak, a branch it does hold.
In the courtyard blooms a fragrant tree,
A Mandara, grown so wild and free.
On the Mandara branch, butterflies dance and play,
Do you understand, oh girl, what I say?
Do you know, do you know?