always wanted to bee
10. Old Tale
Old tale about the girl,
and the poor farmer boys,
their time together flamed.
It couldn't last forever,
they knows it well.
So they took from the moment,
everything
so they took from the moment,
everything.
Said father to the maid,
it's time to go,
you'll marry my chosen one.
He's rich enought and religious,
He's the lord of all known.
Who is the chosen one,
asked gilr with sad eyes.
He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best.
But the girl was sad as a child.
The girl carried the farmer's child,
and father noticed that.
You'll die, he yelled,
you'll die as a whore,
you bleongs to the gallows,
then I'll buried you and your sins.
The Boy heard, that gilr got hung.
He took the sword
and cut her fahter's throat.
Then he rod to the chasm
and fell down to his death.
There he met his bride and son
who is that little on,
yho you embrace?
He is your sweet son...
and come with us
we ar now here together forever
always here together forever...
11. Ket Siipin?(Hands As Their Wings)
Niin hilijaisen,
nn hilijaisen
nn kulkueen miin mustan,
niin tunman mustan
hiljaisen nn surussa kulkevan
ket on siipin? niin on ket suojana
suojana siivet silmn
surun silmn, ket siipin?br> eess?mustan hunnun
kulkueen nn lteen,
hiljaa, niin lipuu hiljaa lteen
kulkueen niin tumman leskein,
niin mustan nuornain leskein
jol ket siipin? suojana silmn
kt siipin?leskein
hiljaa kuulen surun laulun,
kuulen laulun katkeran
hyrin hyisen leskein,
kivun tunnen kivun kuoleman
nn min?tumman taivaan,
palavan taivaanrannan min?nいn
tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon
sodan kylm huuon.
[Hands As Their Wings]
So silent, I see, oh so silent
I see the procession so black, oh so dark, so dark
silent I see the procession of sorrow,
hands as their wings, shielding are the hands
shielding the eyes are the wings
the eyes of sorrow, hans as wings
in front of the black veil.
I see the procession westbound
silently gliding westbound
the procession of widows so dark
so dark the young widows
whose hands as wings shielding their eyes
hands as wings of the widows.
Quietly I hear the song of sorrow, I hear the song so bitter
humming of the frozen widow, I fell the pain, the grief of death
I see the dark sky, the horizon burning I see
I hear the chilling call in the wind
the cold call of war,
the cold call of war,
the cold call of war.