Ancient Lithuanian war song "Aukie, aukie" (Grow, oh grow) performed by Lithuanian band Ugniavijas.
This song comes from the times of the Russo - Japanese war (1904-1905) in which the Lithuanians participated as the recruits for the army of the occupying Russian empire. The occupation started in 1795 after the 3rd partition of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth and lasted till 1918, when Republic of Lithuania declared independence.
This is a live acoustic performance from the band's concert in January 16th 2021 in the opening of the exhibition named "A Nation Skilled in War. The Lithuanian Military Elite in the 13th-14th Centuries". The exhibition is organised by the National Museum - Palace of the Grand Dukes of Lithuania. You can read more about it here:
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Lithuanian and English lyrics of the song are provided below.
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Dainos žodžiai:
:Aukie, aukie, žalias beržas,
Graitai žiema bus jau.:
:Aš žiemelas nebijosiu
Gražiai pražydėsiu.:
Aukie, aukie, jaunas bernas,
Greitai vaina bus jau.
Aš vainelas nebijosiu
Gražiai prisiringsiu,
Pro vartelius išeidamas
Kepurį nusiimsiu.
Pra vartelius išeidamas
Kepurį nusimsiu
Palik sveika, motinėla,
Maž daugiau negrįšiu.
:Klausia mama per sūnelį:
- Kadu kiemį būsi?:
Kai un marių, in tiltelio
Žolelė žaliuos jau,
Tadu aš jau, motinėla,
Kiemelį jau būsiu.
Jau un marių, un tiltelio
Žolelė nuvyto
Ė da sūnus per matulį
Kiemelį nebuvo.
Skrida gaidis per tiltelį
Gieda kakariekų
Nesulauksi, motinėla,
Tu per savo viekų.
English lyrics:
:Grow, oh grow, green birch
Winter will be here soon.:
:I won’t be afraid of winter
I will continue to flower.:
:Grow up, grow up, young boy
Soon you'll have to leave to the war.:
I won’t be afraid of war
I will dress-up handsomely,
While I go through the gates
I’ll take my hat off.
While I go through the gates
I’ll take my hat off.
Farewell, dear mother,
I won’t come back.
:Mother asked her son
When he’ll be in the yard.:
When on the lagoon, on the bridge,
When the grass will turn green
Then, dear mother,
I’ll be in the yard.
On the lagoon, on the bridge
The grass has withered,
But the son has not come back
To the yard for his mother.
A rooster was flying on the bridge
Singing cockadoodle doo:
“Don’t wait, dear mother,
You won’t see him ever again.”
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27 авг 2024
