Текст и перевод песни S. P. Balasubrahmanyam - Govindha Krishna Jai

Govindha Krishna Jai

Govinda krishna jai
Gopaala krishna jai
Gopaala bala bala raja krishna jai
Govinda krishna jai
Gopaala krishna jai
Gopaala bala bala raja krishna jai
Krishna jai krishna jai
Krishna jai baala krishna jai
Ranga ranga nuvvu oka donga
Inti donga chilipi chanti donga
Chinni krishnudalle dochukunna donga
Vethiki vennelenno minginaavu avaleelagaa
Ranga ranga a a a
Ranga ranga nuvvu oka donga
Ranga ranga a a a
Vuttipaala satti
Patti thootu kotti
Nota pettinatti chanti donga
Ranga ranga
Cheera kongu patti
Siggu kollakotti guttu bayata petti subbaranga
Ranga ranga
Gokulaana aadinaavu naade raasaleela
Ippude gola ila ila ela gopaala baala ranga
Ranga ranga ranga ranga nuvvu oka donga
Krishnudalle dochukunna donga
Palle bhama teche challa kundallani
Chillu kotti thaagu daari donga
Ranga ranga
Kaala naagu padaga kalu kinda nalaga
Padamu thokki naavu thandavanga
Ranga ranga
Venu voodi kaachinaavu aavumandalenno
Allare inta vanta neethoti janta chesenu thantaa
Ranga ranga rangaa
Govinda krishna jai
Gopaala krishna jai
Gopaala bala bala raja krishna jai

Govindha Krishna Jai

Govinda Krishna I adore
Gopaala Krishna I adore
Gopaala, child, the king, Krishna I adore
Govinda Krishna I adore
Gopaala Krishna I adore
Gopaala, child, the king, Krishna I adore
Krishna I adore, Krishna I adore
Krishna I adore, child Krishna I adore
Oh my Ranga, you are such a rascal
You are the cutest and the most playful of rascals
You are the rascal that little Krishna loves
When you shine as the moon, I become like a shadow
Oh Ranga, oh Ranga
Oh my Ranga, you are such a rascal
Oh Ranga, oh Ranga
You steal butter,
You break pots,
You are the most playful of rascals
Oh my Ranga
You wear a silk dhoti
You are so beautiful, oh mighty Ranga
Oh my Ranga
You danced the raasaleela in Gokula
Now, sing the song of gola ila ila ela, oh child Ranga
Oh my Ranga, oh Ranga, oh Ranga, you are such a rascal
You are the rascal that Krishna loves
You steal the jewelry of the village maidens
You are the rascal who drinks the toddy
Oh my Ranga
You wear a garland of black snakes
You dance on the demon's head
Oh my Ranga
You play the flute in the aavumandalenno
If you don't come, then this world will be in chaos
Oh my Ranga, oh Ranga
Govinda Krishna I adore
Gopaala Krishna I adore
Gopaala, child, the king, Krishna I adore