Värttinä

Ottajat

(Music: Kari Reiman – Words: Sirpa Reiman)

Lensi lintu ikkunalle
siipi valkia vaelsi
tuohon istui tuosta lauloi

Mitä laulaa mill’ ajalla
kuta kulla huomenella
laulaa neitosen eloa

Neito kukkana kujassa
illat istuin ikkunalla
aamut aitan portahilla

Niin lie kahta kaipaeli
kolmatta kovin kyseli
liikutteli lintuani

Ottajat omilla ovilla
omilla ovilla
Ottajat omilla ovilla
omill’ ovilla

Saapuvan näille savuille
kulkevan näille kujille
viikon viipyi kauan kuului

Onpa näitä ottajia
viereltä viattomalta
puolelta puhtahalta

Noille pienille pihoille
kapehille kartanoille
sormuksilla suositteli

Lennä liki lintuseni
avuksi neion ainoan
ympärille yksinäisen

Ottajat omilla ovilla …


A little bird flew to the window,
Born along on wings of white,
There it sat, and there it sang.

What should it sing about, when should it sing,
What should it tell about the morrow,
What lies in store for this young girl?

There she walks like a flower in the forest,
The evenings the bird spends on her window sill,
The mornings perched on the door of her bower.

Two things she seemed to long for,
A third was often on her mind,
Filling her thoughts from dawn till dusk.

Someone to fetch her from her door,
from her door.
Someone to fetch her from her door,
from her door.

Someone to warm himself at her hearth,
To walk with her through the lanes and alleys,
To linger awhile, to keep her company.

Suitors there are many
Strong and upright,
Noble and good.

Making their way to the little yard,
Treading the path to the lowly farmhouse,
Bearing rings with which to woo.

Fly closer, my little bird,
Bring comforting news to the lonely girl,
As she sits there, all alone and waiting.

Someone…