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තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්
Thaththa's Red Stones
Thaththage Rathu Gal
Thaththa tips the tiny red stones into the tin by the door as always, but this time his daughter strings them one by one into a necklace for Amma. At Avurudu Amma walks into the village wearing it, and the aunties crowd round shouting show us.
Lyrics
Chorus
අම්මා ඇන්දා තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, ගමම බැලුවා!Amma anda thaththage rathu gal, gamama baluwa!Amma wore Thaththa's red stones, and the whole village looked!
දොර ළඟ ටින් එකේ පොඩි ගල්, අද අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේDora langa tin eke podi gal, ada ammage belleThe little stones from the tin by the door, on Amma's neck today
තාත්තා හෝදලා, මම ඇමිණුවා, ගමම බලන් ඉන්නවාThaththa hodala, mama aminuwa, gamama balan innawaThaththa washed them, I strung them, the whole village is staring
රතු පාටට දිලෙනවා, අපේ ගල්, අපේ නමින්Rathu paatata dilenawa, ape gal, ape naminShining red, our stones, under our name
තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්Thaththage rathu gal, thaththage rathu galThaththa's red stones, Thaththa's red stones
අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ, ගමම බැලුවා, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්!Ammage belle, gamama baluwa, thaththage rathu gal!On Amma's neck, the whole village looked, Thaththa's red stones!
Verse 1
වට්ටිය හෝදලා තාත්තා, හැමදාම වගේමWattiya hodala thaththa, hamadama wagemaThaththa washed the basket, same as every day
පොඩි රතු ගල් ටික දොර ළඟ ටින් එකට දැම්මාPodi rathu gal tika dora langa tin ekata dammaTipped the little red stones into the tin by the door
මම ඒ ටින් එක අරන්, එකින් එක නූලට ඇමිණුවාMama e tin eka aran, ekin eka nulata aminuwaI took that tin and strung them, one by one
තාත්තා හිනාවෙලා, "ඒවා පොඩි ගල් නේ දුවේ!"Thaththa hinawela, "Ewa podi gal ne duwe!"Thaththa laughed: "Those are the small stones, girl!"
Before the chorus
මාලය අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ දැම්මාMalaya ammage belle dammaI put the necklace on Amma
කණ්ණාඩිය ඉස්සරහ අම්මා, කතාවක් නෑKannadiya issaraha amma, kathawak naAmma at the mirror, not a word
ඊට පස්සේ හිනාව, ඊට පස්සේ කඳුළුEeta passe hinawa, eeta passe kanduluThen the laugh, then the tears
"මේ තාත්තගේ ගල්ද?" "ඔව් අම්මේ, තාත්තගේ!""Me thaththage galda?" "Ow amme, thaththage!""These are Thaththa's stones?" "Yes, Amma, Thaththa's!"
Chorus
අම්මා ඇන්දා තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, ගමම බැලුවා!Amma anda thaththage rathu gal, gamama baluwa!Amma wore Thaththa's red stones, and the whole village looked!
දොර ළඟ ටින් එකේ පොඩි ගල්, අද අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේDora langa tin eke podi gal, ada ammage belleThe little stones from the tin by the door, on Amma's neck today
තාත්තා හෝදලා, මම ඇමිණුවා, ගමම බලන් ඉන්නවාThaththa hodala, mama aminuwa, gamama balan innawaThaththa washed them, I strung them, the whole village is staring
රතු පාටට දිලෙනවා, අපේ ගල්, අපේ නමින්Rathu paatata dilenawa, ape gal, ape naminShining red, our stones, under our name
තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්Thaththage rathu gal, thaththage rathu galThaththa's red stones, Thaththa's red stones
අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ, ගමම බැලුවා, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්!Ammage belle, gamama baluwa, thaththage rathu gal!On Amma's neck, the whole village looked, Thaththa's red stones!
Chant
රතු ගල්!Rathu gal!Red stones!
තාත්තගේ!Thaththage!Thaththa's!
අම්මේ!Amme!Amma!
බලන්න!Balanna!Look!
Verse 2
අවුරුද්දට අම්මා ගමට ගියා, මාලය බෙල්ලේ දාගෙනAwuruddata amma gamata giya, malaya belle dagenaAt Avurudu Amma went into the village with the necklace on
නැන්දලා වට කරගත්තා, "කෝ, පෙන්නන්න, පෙන්නන්න!"Nandala wata karagaththa, "Ko, pennanna, pennanna!"The aunties crowded round her: "Where, show us, show us!"
තාත්තා පැත්තකින්, නොබලන වගේ බලනවාThaththa paththakin, nobalana wage balanawaThaththa off to one side, watching while pretending not to
කටේ හිනාව හංගන්න බෑ, තාත්තට අදKate hinawa hanganna ba, thaththata adaHe can't hide the grin on his face, not today
Before the chorus
මාලය අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ දැම්මාMalaya ammage belle dammaI put the necklace on Amma
කණ්ණාඩිය ඉස්සරහ අම්මා, කතාවක් නෑKannadiya issaraha amma, kathawak naAmma at the mirror, not a word
ඊට පස්සේ හිනාව, ඊට පස්සේ කඳුළුEeta passe hinawa, eeta passe kanduluThen the laugh, then the tears
"මේ තාත්තගේ ගල්ද?" "ඔව් අම්මේ, තාත්තගේ!""Me thaththage galda?" "Ow amme, thaththage!""These are Thaththa's stones?" "Yes, Amma, Thaththa's!"
Chorus
අම්මා ඇන්දා තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, ගමම බැලුවා!Amma anda thaththage rathu gal, gamama baluwa!Amma wore Thaththa's red stones, and the whole village looked!
දොර ළඟ ටින් එකේ පොඩි ගල්, අද අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේDora langa tin eke podi gal, ada ammage belleThe little stones from the tin by the door, on Amma's neck today
තාත්තා හෝදලා, මම ඇමිණුවා, ගමම බලන් ඉන්නවාThaththa hodala, mama aminuwa, gamama balan innawaThaththa washed them, I strung them, the whole village is staring
රතු පාටට දිලෙනවා, අපේ ගල්, අපේ නමින්Rathu paatata dilenawa, ape gal, ape naminShining red, our stones, under our name
තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්Thaththage rathu gal, thaththage rathu galThaththa's red stones, Thaththa's red stones
අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ, ගමම බැලුවා, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්!Ammage belle, gamama baluwa, thaththage rathu gal!On Amma's neck, the whole village looked, Thaththa's red stones!
Bridge
දොර ළඟ ඒ ටින් එකේ කලින් තිබ්බේ පාර්සල් එකට යන ගල්Dora langa e tin eke kalin thibbe parcel ekata yana galThat tin by the door used to hold the stones bound for the parcel
නමක් නැතුව, අනිත් ගල් එක්ක මිශ්‍ර වෙලා ගියාNamak nathuwa, anith gal ekka mishra wela giyaThey went nameless, mixed in with all the others
අද ඒ ටින් එක හිස්, හැම රතු ගලකටම නූලක්Ada e tin eka his, hama rathu galakatama nulakToday that tin is empty: every red stone has a string
හැම ගලකටම නමක්, අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ ඉඩක්Hama galakatama namak, ammage belle idakEvery stone has a name, and a place on Amma's neck
Chorus
අම්මා ඇන්දා තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, ගමම බැලුවා! (ගමම බැලුවා!)Amma anda thaththage rathu gal, gamama baluwa! (gamama baluwa!)Amma wore Thaththa's red stones, and the whole village looked!
දොර ළඟ ටින් එකේ පොඩි ගල්, අද අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේDora langa tin eke podi gal, ada ammage belleThe little stones from the tin by the door, on Amma's neck today
තාත්තා හෝදලා, මම ඇමිණුවා, ගමම බලන් ඉන්නවාThaththa hodala, mama aminuwa, gamama balan innawaThaththa washed them, I strung them, the whole village is staring
රතු පාටට දිලෙනවා, අපේ ගල්, අපේ නමින්Rathu paatata dilenawa, ape gal, ape naminShining red, our stones, under our name
තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල් (තාත්තගේ!)Thaththage rathu gal, thaththage rathu gal (thaththage!)Thaththa's red stones, Thaththa's red stones
අම්මගේ බෙල්ලේ, ගමම බැලුවා, තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්!Ammage belle, gamama baluwa, thaththage rathu gal!On Amma's neck, the whole village looked, Thaththa's red stones!
Outro
තාත්තගේ රතු ගල්Thaththage rathu galThaththa's red stones
ගමම බැලුවා.Gamama baluwa.the whole village looked
From the book
- Idea 250Garnet, spinel and the lesser stones marketed as a range, since they are mined anyway and thrown into parcels
- Cluster 12The gem chain, from Ratnapura to the certificate
The book behind the songs
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