Текст и перевод песни K. S. Chithra - Chempakapoomottin (From "Ennu Swantham Janakikutty")

Chempakapoomottin (From "Ennu Swantham Janakikutty")

Chembakapoomottinullil vasantham vannu
Kanavile ilam kombil chandana kili adakkam cholli
Puthu manju thulliyil varmazhavillunarnne hoi
Innu karalil azhakinte madhurmozhukiya mohalasyam
Oru snehaalasyam
Thudichu kulikkumbol pulkum nallilam kaatte
Enikku tharumo nee kilungum kanaka manjeeram
Thudichu kulikkumbol pulkum nallilam kaatte
Enikku tharumo nee kilungum kanaka manjeeram
Kodi kasavuduthadi ulayunna kalinilaave
Nee pavizha valayittu naanam kunungumoru penkidavalle
Ninakkumundo ennepole parayuvaanaruthatha swapnangal
(chembakapoo)
Thudichu kulikkumbol pulkum nallilam kaatte
Enikku tharumo nee kilungum kanaka manjeeram
Thudichu kulikkumbol pulkum nallilam kaatte
Enikku tharumo nee kilungum kanaka manjeeram
Kannaram pothi pothi kinnaram thedi pokum mohaponmane
Kalyana chekkan vannu punnaram chollumbol nee
Enthu cheyyum
Ninakkumundo ennepole parayuvaanaruthatha priyarahsyam
Chembakapoomottinullil vasantham vannu
Kanavile ilam kombil chandana kili adakkam cholli
Puthu manju thulliyil varmazhavillunarnne hoi
Innu karalil azhakinte madhurmozhukiya mohalasyam
Oru snehaalasyam

Chempakapoomottin (From "Ennu Swantham Janakikutty")

In the Champaka flower garden, spring has arrived.
In dreams, on the young mountain, the sandalwood cuckoo tells tales of love.
The new dew drops announce the arrival of the rainbow, oh!
Today, on the shore, the sweet words of beauty are intoxicating.
A lullaby of love.
When I dance and sing in the soft evening breeze,
Will you give me the golden anklets you wear?
When I dance and sing in the soft evening breeze,
Will you give me the golden anklets you wear?
In the moonlit night, the white silk saree flows,
You stand before me like a maiden with radiant bracelets.
Do you too have unfulfilled dreams like mine, my love?
(Champakapo)
When I dance and sing in the soft evening breeze,
Will you give me the golden anklets you wear?
When I dance and sing in the soft evening breeze,
Will you give me the golden anklets you wear?
You who are searching for the strings of the harp, longing for love,
When the handsome prince comes and speaks of love, my dear,
What will you do?
Do you too have a love secret like mine, that you cannot reveal?
In the Champaka flower garden, spring has arrived.
In dreams, on the young mountain, the sandalwood cuckoo tells tales of love.
The new dew drops announce the arrival of the rainbow, oh!
Today, on the shore, the sweet words of beauty are intoxicating.
A lullaby of love.