Raganu Nakts Latvian Song with a rhythmic variation by Tautumeitas

Raganu Nakts "Midsummer Night" is a Latvian Song with amazing rhythmic variation by Tautumeitas.

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Raganu Nakts "Midsummer Night"  is a Latvian Song with amazing rhythmic variation by Tautumeitas. Midsummer night is a time of natural flowering. This night has a strong fertile energy that vibrates both in the air and in people. This night it is possible to change consciousness by walking with the witches.

The Raganu Nakts "Midsummer Night"  festival in Latvia is referred to as Ligo, but the word also roughly translates to mean a swaying or rocking dance motion (Reddit).

The Raganu Nakts "Midsummer Night"  in Latvian folklore is a woodland fae or goddess who appears as a beautiful woman. She's generally regarded as a temperamental entity who may prey upon men or kidnap children, but are also can summon rain and perform high-quality domestic work. They are strongly associated with blessings or curses on children, and with cow's milk. They are afraid of iron. (Wikipedia, Encyclopedia Brittanica)

The song is very distinctive and touches the feelings from its beginning, and the rhythmic variety is more than wonderful, and we believe that the accompanying performance can be implemented more attractively, commensurate with the strength of rhythm and melody. The review is fit for words, but it may be that its implementation needs more from our point of view.

Raganu Nakts "Midsummer Night" English Lyrics

It's true, It's true, there lay no lies (sway*, sway)
In the old native language (sway, sway)
During summer solstice night the girls become
Witches and werewolves
Summer solstice, the Summer solstice is tonight
Who does summer solstice belong to?
Witches and werewolves
summer solstice belongs to them
The witch ran through the air ...
Not in my backyard
My yard is forged with iron
Needles on my roof
Needles on my roof
Caught up in the rafters
Needles stabbed
Rafters cut
The river flowed like buttermilk
In my cows' pasture
There the hunter broke its neck
and stood nine witches,
Drowning was the woodlands fae**
Without the sun in the evening.









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