Värttinä

Korppi

(Music: Janne Lappalainen – Words: Sirpa Reiman/trad.)

Mikä suuren äänen sorti
äänen mahtavan makasi
joka ennen jokena juoksi
virtana ennen vieri

Päivä pääskyille tulevi
varpusille valkenevi
ilo ilman lintusille
laulain lentäville

Laulan suurella surulla
äänellä alakulolla
kanna lintu kaihojain
musta lintu murhettain

Mikä suuren äänen sorti…
äänen mahtavan makasi
joka ennen jokena juoksi
virtana ennen vieri

Kanna korppi huoliani
murhettain musta lintu
oksalle osattomalle
varvulle varattomalle

Laulan suurella surulla …

Laulaisin taitaisin
kuin oisin omilla mailla
suvilinnun suusanoilla
kesälinnun kielellä

Laulaisin taitaisin
kuin oisin omilla mailla
maassa heinänä helyisin
kukkana kukoistaisin

Laulan suurella surulla …


What has broken your mighty voice,
What has ravaged your calling
That once flowed like a mighty river,
Gushing down towards the sea?

Summer has come for the swifts and swallows,
Dawn risen on the sparrow’s nest,
Bringing joy to feathered fledglings,
Causing birds on boughs to sing.

But I, poor creature, sing with sorrow,
In a croaky, creaky voice,
Please, bird, come and take my longing
Black and with a heavy heart.

What has broken your mighty voice…
What has ravaged your calling
That once flowed like a mighty river,
Gushing down towards the sea?

Take my sorrows, dearest raven,
Black and with a heavy heart,
Fly them to a distant treetop,
Leave them on a lofty twig.

But I, poor creature, sing with sorrow…

I would sing were I but able,
Were I safe at home again,
Chorus like the birds in springtime,
Giving tongue like summer birds.

I would sing were I but able,
Were I safe at home again.
Singing like the breeze-bent rushes,
A flower in all my finery

But I, poor creature, sing with sorrow…