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This is how the lucky feel
How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn But how do I feel in my gloomy depths? This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day This is how the lucky feel How the blessed man think Like a daybreak in spring The sun on a spring morning Like the flat brink of a cloud Like a dark night in autumn A black winter day No darker than that Gloomier than an autumn night A black winter day |
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The Devil weds a widow
Death another's leftovers Better to lie on a willows Rest on alder boughs Than upon a widow's bed On a used woman's pillow Sweeter the side of a fence Than a widow's flank Softer the side of a grove Than a widow's beside is The Devil weds a widow The grave one twice wed A widow's hand is rougher Than a dry spruce bough With which she strikes the playful Grabs the one who laughs A widow has had her games And spent a merry evening |
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Sorrow is my bread
And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under teeth of time For cold be the stone When frost devoured the land Consolation is no gift Of winter's icy hand Upon a crust of snow I'll lay my broken frame What steel and iron won't take I'll give in winter's name No good a sullen soul no use a simple knave No groom for brides of plaited hair This man old and lame If only I could breathe To see the sun of may but still longer are the nights than days As I wither away Came the man of crown With sound of war drums beat Said no sword arm's strong enough Without my two good feet But not overlooked am I In eyes of the maid I'll wed I'll reap the crops of Tuonela My bride's wealth in death |
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Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense
Who say that music, reckon that the kantele Was fashioned by a god Out of [a] great pike’s shoulders From a water-dog’s hooked bones: It was made from the grief Molded from sorrow Its belly out of hard days Its soundboard from endless woes Strings gathered from torments And its pegs from other ills Truly they lie, they talk utter nonsense So it not play, will not rejoice at all Music will not play to please Give off the right sort of joy For it was fashioned from cares Molded from sorrow. |
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Forging the future from the timeless stone
Oh let me know how far I can go Answering the questions that no one ever asks Float through the sea of madness And face the everlasting task So lonely to wander So sad to be alone In the mist of the unknown Trying to fool myself with dreams that never come true So hard to stand my ground Never again..never again will I fail..will I fail Will you tell me not to wait Tell me to live for today As the flowers wither I will forget my pain Since the stars have shone The devil has shown me the wayWill you tell me not to wait Tell me to live for today As the flowers wither I will forget my pain Since the stars have shone The devil has shown me the way.. the way |
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The calloo's spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water But the orphan's are lower Walking down the village street. The sparrow's belly is chill Sitting on the icy bough But my belly is more chill As I step from glade to glade. Chorus: The dove's heart is cold As it pecks the village rick But I'm colder still As I drink the icy water. (chorus) |
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A wave the sound of Noisiu's voice
his singing was ever sweet... Noisiu's grave has now been made and the accompaniment was mournful For him I poured out - hero of heroes, the deadly drink that killed him Dear his short shining hair a handsome man, even very beautiful Dear the grey eyes that women loved fierce they were foes |
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Old folk remember
And those today learn How before their time Life was different here: Without the sun people lived Groped about without the moon With candles sowing was done Planting performed with torches. At the time we lived Without the sunshine Who had covered up our sun And who had hidden our moon? Without the moonlight stumbled With our fists fumbled the land With our hands we sought out roads With hands roads, with fingers swamps We could not live without sun Nor manage without moonlight; Who would seek out the sun Who spy out the moon? Who else if not God The one son of God? |
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Last day brings the grace
For bearers of forbidden name Step into five-fold mace As son as father in a frame Someday fire wipes the rain Fears are frozen tears Whisper things that no one hears Cry now, cry now for me again Tomorrow's pride and pain Why you kneel before my name Crushing my belief And make shape to my relief For who you said your prayers I can't hear them anyway |
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As I sense their steel,
As I see the mighty one, As we all gather once again the gods of war summon us... summon us North wind blows to our valley men with ships, with swords, with honor Their horses between flames, their dogs eating enemy childs, Our heavenly father, what is this mortality, do you see my mortal agony Look, I see the shield up high this must be the sign from my lord this can be my death-sentence what a fine day to die Taste of blood comes up high Wind blows hard, our men fall... one by one This oath claims me I must bleed for my generation Strong is the enemy, strong is my sword the hammer is rising I feel their cold steel Now when I leave this world I shall open the mighty oaken gate and we all shall gather once again |
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I went to wash at the shore
I went to bathe in the sea And there I, a hen, was lost I, a bird Untimely died Let not my brother Ever in this world Water his war-horse Upon the seashore! Waters of the sea So much blood of mine Fishes of the sea So much flesh of mine Such the death of the young maid End of the fair little hen |
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In the morning mist
By [the] waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade Cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root “Tread my path to summer’s end, This bequest I leave you”, she says “You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray” By the standing stones Atropine eyes smiled at me Sitting in a sluggish vertigo Sands of time form another dream No love without sacrifice No life springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soil’s cold caress, to rest we’ll lay |
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Many rocks the rapid has
A lot of billows the sea More plentiful are my cares Than cones on a spruce Beard moss on a juniper Gnarls upon a pine bark Knobs upon a fir Husks on a grass-top Boughs on a bad tree. Drag my cares away Carry off my griefs For no horse can draw No iron-shod jerk Without the shaft-bow shaking off The cares of this skinny one The sorrows of this black bird |
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