The Christian festival of Easter is celebrated in Latvia as Lieldienas ([lield̪ien̪as̪]). Lieldienas enters Holy Week with Palm Sunday, Maundy Thursday, Good Friday and Holy Saturday, but Sunday will mark first Lieldienas. Second Lieldienas is on Monday of the following week. Each day has a special significance. Also, many pagan elements of celebrating Lieldienas have become a tradition.
Nowadays, the common date of Lieldienas is the first Sunday after the first full moon, after or during the vernal equinox. Thus, the Western Christian Church Lieldienas falls on a date between 22 March and 25 April. In Eastern Orthodox Churches, which used the Julian calendar, Lieldienas falls on a date between 4 April and 8 May in Gregorian calendar.
Before the arrival of Christianity, Lieldienas was a spring solstice event, celebrating the victory of light over darkness.
Although dainas have no conclusive indication of egg painting tradition in ancient times, the majority of them mention golden, silver and white eggs. Therefore, it can be concluded that egg painting is more of a modern tradition. In order for eggs to be diverse, they were boiled with colorful cloth. In one area, grits are poured in, while in other, people added colorful birch leaves, fir needles, cells, a variety of flowers, herbs or just reel them with a colorful yarn. Every family have a different way of following this tradition.
POBRE CHANGUITA
No te hagas la loca
Ni la interesante
Ni me presumas de lo que
Tu nunca haz sido
Pobre changuita cuatro meses
Te he tenido
Bien vestida y bien polveada
Con naguas de pura seda
Y zapatos de charol
Y já jái hasta me rio
Y me carcájeo
Y ja jai por esta changa
Tan ma’lora
Y ahora si hasta el bocado
Se me atora
De pensar en lo que cuesta
Los vestidos y las medias
Y zapatos de charol
-changuita, mira no’mas-
Hoy ya no quieres ir al cine
De a peseta
Pues porque dices que alli
Va gente pelada
Pobre changuita ahora
Si estas amolada
No te acuerdas precodina
Resfregabas la cocina siendo
Gata del patrón
Y já jái hasta me rio
Y me carcajeo
Y ja jai por esta changa
Tan ma’lora
Y ahora si hasta el bocado
Se me atora
De pensar en lo que cuesta
Los vestidos y las medias