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ආච්චිගේ සාරියේ මල ලෝකෙට
The Flower on Achchi's Saree, Out to the World
Achchige Sariye Mala Loketa
In Achchi's bedroom, her granddaughter shows her a photo of a shop window in Paris, and on the cloth in the window is the flower from Achchi's old saree. Achchi holds the saree beside the phone, sits on the bed laughing, and tells Seeya at the door that our flower has gone out.
Lyrics
Chorus
ආච්චිගේ සාරියේ මල, පැරිස් ජනේලයක!Achchige sariye mala, Paris janelayaka!The flower from Achchi's saree, in a Paris shop window!
අල්මාරියේ නිදාගෙන හිටපු මල, අද ලෝකේ ඇඟේAlmariye nidagena hitapu mala, ada loke angeThe flower that slept in the almirah, today on the world's back
මම ස්ටූඩියෝවේ ඇන්දා, ආච්චිට හිනා නවත්තන්න බෑMama studio-we anda, Achchita hina nawaththanna baI drew it in the studio, and Achchi can't stop laughing
ආච්චිගේ මල, අපේ රටාව, අපේ නමAchchige mala, ape ratawa, ape namaAchchi's flower, our pattern, our name
ආච්චිගේ මල, ආච්චිගේ මලAchchige mala, Achchige malaAchchi's flower, Achchi's flower
පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ආච්චිගේ මල!Paris janelayaka, Achchige mala!In a Paris window, Achchi's flower!
Verse 1
ෆෝන් එකේ ෆොටෝව පෙන්නුවා, "ආච්චී, මේක බලන්න!"Phone eke photo-wa pennuwa, "Achchee, meka balanna!"I showed her the photo on my phone: "Achchi, look at this!"
ආච්චි අල්මාරිය ඇරලා, පරණ සාරිය එළියට ගත්තාAchchi almariya arala, parana sariya eliyata gaththaAchchi opened the almirah and pulled out the old saree
සාරියත් ෆෝන් එකත් ළඟින් ළඟින් අල්ලලා බැලුවාSariyath phone ekath langin langin allala baluwaHeld the saree and the phone side by side and looked
ඇඳේ වාඩි වුණා, හිනා වුණා, හිනා වුණාAnde wadi wuna, hina wuna, hina wunaSat down on the bed, and laughed, and laughed
Before the chorus
"මේ මගේ මල නේද?" ආච්චි ඇහුවා"Me mage mala neda?" Achchi ahuwa"That's my flower, isn't it?" Achchi asked
"ඔව් ආච්චී, ඔයාගේ මල, පැරිස්වල!""Ow Achchee, oyage mala, Paris-wala!""Yes, Achchi, your flower, in Paris!"
සීයා දොරකඩට ඇවිත්, "මොකද මේ හිනාව?"Seeya dorakadata awith, "Mokada me hinawa?"Seeya came to the door: "what's all this laughing?"
ආච්චි සාරිය උස්සලා පෙන්නුවා, "අපේ මල ගියා!"Achchi sariya ussala pennuwa, "Ape mala giya!"Achchi lifted the saree and showed him: "our flower's gone out!"
Chorus
ආච්චිගේ සාරියේ මල, පැරිස් ජනේලයක!Achchige sariye mala, Paris janelayaka!The flower from Achchi's saree, in a Paris shop window!
අල්මාරියේ නිදාගෙන හිටපු මල, අද ලෝකේ ඇඟේAlmariye nidagena hitapu mala, ada loke angeThe flower that slept in the almirah, today on the world's back
මම ස්ටූඩියෝවේ ඇන්දා, ආච්චිට හිනා නවත්තන්න බෑMama studio-we anda, Achchita hina nawaththanna baI drew it in the studio, and Achchi can't stop laughing
ආච්චිගේ මල, අපේ රටාව, අපේ නමAchchige mala, ape ratawa, ape namaAchchi's flower, our pattern, our name
ආච්චිගේ මල, ආච්චිගේ මලAchchige mala, Achchige malaAchchi's flower, Achchi's flower
පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ආච්චිගේ මල!Paris janelayaka, Achchige mala!In a Paris window, Achchi's flower!
Chant
ආච්චිගේ මල!Achchige mala!Achchi's flower!
රෙද්දේ!Redde!On the cloth!
පැරිස්!Paris!Paris!
අපේ රටාව!Ape ratawa!Our pattern!
Verse 2
මාසෙකට පස්සේ, ගේට්ටුව ළඟ පාර්සල් එකක්Masekata passe, gettuwa langa parcel ekakA month later, a parcel at the gate
ආච්චිගේ මල තියෙන අලුත් රෙද්ද, පැරිස් ඉඳන් ආපහුAchchige mala thiyena aluth redda, Paris indan aapahuNew cloth with Achchi's flower on it, back from Paris
ආච්චි ඒක කරේ දාගෙන, පාරේ හැම ගෙදරකටමAchchi eka kare dagena, pare hama gedarakatamaAchchi put it round her shoulders and went to every house in the lane
"බලන්න, මගේ සාරියේ මල, ලෝකේ ඇවිදලා ආවා!""Balanna, mage sariye mala, loke awidala aawa!""Look, the flower from my saree went round the world and came back!"
Before the chorus
"මේ මගේ මල නේද?" ආච්චි ඇහුවා"Me mage mala neda?" Achchi ahuwa"That's my flower, isn't it?" Achchi asked
"ඔව් ආච්චී, ඔයාගේ මල, පැරිස්වල!""Ow Achchee, oyage mala, Paris-wala!""Yes, Achchi, your flower, in Paris!"
සීයා දොරකඩට ඇවිත්, "මොකද මේ හිනාව?"Seeya dorakadata awith, "Mokada me hinawa?"Seeya came to the door: "what's all this laughing?"
ආච්චි සාරිය උස්සලා පෙන්නුවා, "අපේ මල ගියා!"Achchi sariya ussala pennuwa, "Ape mala giya!"Achchi lifted the saree and showed him: "our flower's gone out!"
Chorus
ආච්චිගේ සාරියේ මල, පැරිස් ජනේලයක!Achchige sariye mala, Paris janelayaka!The flower from Achchi's saree, in a Paris shop window!
අල්මාරියේ නිදාගෙන හිටපු මල, අද ලෝකේ ඇඟේAlmariye nidagena hitapu mala, ada loke angeThe flower that slept in the almirah, today on the world's back
මම ස්ටූඩියෝවේ ඇන්දා, ආච්චිට හිනා නවත්තන්න බෑMama studio-we anda, Achchita hina nawaththanna baI drew it in the studio, and Achchi can't stop laughing
ආච්චිගේ මල, අපේ රටාව, අපේ නමAchchige mala, ape ratawa, ape namaAchchi's flower, our pattern, our name
ආච්චිගේ මල, ආච්චිගේ මලAchchige mala, Achchige malaAchchi's flower, Achchi's flower
පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ආච්චිගේ මල!Paris janelayaka, Achchige mala!In a Paris window, Achchi's flower!
Bridge
කලින් ඒ සාරිය අල්මාරියේ යටම, නවලාKalin e sariya almariye yatama, nawalaThat saree used to lie folded at the very bottom of the almirah
"මේවා දැන් කවුරු අඳින්නද?" ආච්චි කිව්වා"Mewa dan kawuru andinnada?" Achchi kiwwa"Who wears these now?" Achchi used to say
අද ඒ අල්මාරිය ඇරලා, සාරිය ඉස්සරහටමAda e almariya arala, sariya issarahatamaToday that almirah stands open, the saree right at the front
ඒකේ මල පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ලෝකේ ඇඟේEke mala Paris janelayaka, loke angeIts flower in a Paris window, on the world's back
Chorus
ආච්චිගේ සාරියේ මල, පැරිස් ජනේලයක! (පැරිස්!)Achchige sariye mala, Paris janelayaka! (Paris!)The flower from Achchi's saree, in a Paris shop window!
අල්මාරියේ නිදාගෙන හිටපු මල, අද ලෝකේ ඇඟේAlmariye nidagena hitapu mala, ada loke angeThe flower that slept in the almirah, today on the world's back
මම ස්ටූඩියෝවේ ඇන්දා, ආච්චිට හිනා නවත්තන්න බෑMama studio-we anda, Achchita hina nawaththanna baI drew it in the studio, and Achchi can't stop laughing
ආච්චිගේ මල, අපේ රටාව, අපේ නමAchchige mala, ape ratawa, ape namaAchchi's flower, our pattern, our name
ආච්චිගේ මල, ආච්චිගේ මල (ආච්චිගේ මල!)Achchige mala, Achchige mala (Achchige mala!)Achchi's flower, Achchi's flower
පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ආච්චිගේ මල!Paris janelayaka, Achchige mala!In a Paris window, Achchi's flower!
Outro
ආච්චිගේ මලAchchige malaAchchi's flower!
පැරිස් ජනේලයක, ආච්චිගේ මල.Paris janelayaka, Achchige mala.In a Paris window, Achchi's flower!
From the book
- Idea 409Print and pattern studios licensing Sri Lankan motifs to the fabric mills of the world
- Cluster 20Design, fashion and the apparel spillover
The book behind the songs
Every song here is sung from inside one moment: the day someone in Sri Lanka has already done one of the book's 500 ideas, and the family is celebrating.
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