Элиас Лённорт - Эпос Калевала
текст песни

Another option for a must

I received one desire
I was planning a thought alone,-
Be ready for a chant
And start a word soon
To sing my ancestors a song,
The clan of our tunes.
On the lips the words are already melting,
Spilled in speeches,
They strive for the language,
Reveal my teeth.

My golden friend and brother,
Dear childhood comrade!
We will sing with you together
You and I will say a word.

Finally we saw ourselves
Now take off on both sides!
We rarely visit together
We rarely go to each other
In the poor space,
In the region of the north, a miserable.

So give my hands to me
Our fingers are folded together,
We will sing the glorious songs,
Starting with the best;
Let friends hear singing
Let them carefully listen
Between growing youth,
In the young people.
I have collected all these speeches
These songs that kept
And on the loins of Vyuynyamyenen,
And in the main of the Ilmarinen,
On the ax, Kaukomeli
And on the arrows of Eukahainen,-
In distant northern clearings,
In the vastness of Kalevala.

My father sang them before
Cutting off the ax;
Mother taught me to
Sitting behind his spinning grinding;
On the floor then a child
At the knees, I turned around them;
I was a baby and ate
Milk still, baby,

They sang to me about sampo,
And about the spells of the cunning Loukhi,
And Sampo is old in songs,
And Loukhi died from the spell,
The vipunen died with a song,
Lemminkyainen died in the battle.

I keep the words of others a lot
And knowledge known to me:
I ran them on the path,
I broke them on heather,
I broke them off the bushes,
They scored them on the branches,
I have gathered them in herbs
I raised them on the road
A shepherd wandering along the paths,
And on the pastures by a boy,
Where the meadows are rich in honey,
Where are the glade golden,
Following Murikki Korova
And after the motley walking Kimmo.

I had a frost of songs,
And he gave me songs rain,
The wind inspired me with the songs
Brought sea waves
The birds made me words
Speech gave me trees.

I wrapped them in one ball,
I tied them in one bunch,
Put a ball on the sled,
Put a bunch on the sled
And brought to the hut on a sled,
Brought to the sled to the ovin
And in the barn under the rafters
In a copper casket hid them.

Long songs in the cold,
Long hidden lay.
Would you remove them from frost?
Do you take songs from the cold?
Do not bring the casket into the home,
Put on a bench on a bench,
Under beautiful rafters,
Under this good roof;
Whether to open a casket of songs,
Chest, full words,
For the end, the ball is not to take,
And the skein is not to dissolve?

I will sing a glorious song
She will sound nice
If beer is brought to me
And they will give rye bread.
If I don't have a beer
They will not offer a young
I will sing and dry
Il will sing with one water,
To make the evening fun
So that our day is decorated
And in the morning fun
Tomorrow the day has begun.