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By the River She Cried
02:18
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Oh black raven, quit your chase.
Why’d you circle over me?
I am not your prey, you won’t get me.
Oh black raven, leave me be.
Quit your crying, old black raven
Quit to circle overhead.
Nothing for you, oh black raven,
I’m not yours, no, I ain’t dead.
Now I am wounded, and this token
Which my mother gave to me,
It will be my final solace
Oh black raven, leave me be.
Fly to my homestead, black raven,
Find my dear mother’s home.
Tell her lastly, oh black raven,
That for motherland I fall.
Take this handkerchief and carry
To my darling love’s abode,
Tell her that I now set her free.
And another’s hand I hold.
I took a bride, quiet and humble:
We were wed in open field.
Here she is, my silent partner -
Tempered, sharp, my saber’s steel.
Hungry arrow did us marry
Amidst fatal battle’s squall
I hear death’s steps, oh black raven,
I am yours, to you I fall.
Old Black Raven, there’s a reason
You were sent by gods to me.
Fly down towards me, to my ear.
Whisper your last song to me.
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We’ll build a place for us to dwell,
In the woods on yellow sand.
With a silent waters’ well,
With the herbs on our land,
With three windows open wide:
First - for stars to give us sight,
Second is for moon’s bedside,
Third – for sun to grant us might.
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Yurja
01:51
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5. |
Rye by Mountainside
03:51
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I see by mountainside
A field so rich with rye,
A grace who walks in furrows.
The grace who has to die.
I’ll go and scythe the crops
And gently take your hair
You’re always in my heart
The beauty of the fields.
Your golden hair is long,
Your azure eyes are young,
Your smile is generous,
And arrow is your tongue.
I’ll bring the edgy scythe
And you will take my hand
Bewitching all of me
To have your final dance.
You’re born with summer sun
To touch the land with gold:
The circle has begun
Insanely young and old.
I’m chanted by the songs
You sing like heaven’s choir.
And naked dance you whirl
Is touching heart like fire.
I see by mountainside
A field so rich with rye,
A grace who walks in furrows.
The grace who has to die.
I’ll go and scythe the crops
And gently take your hair
You’re always in my heart
The beauty of the fields.
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There by the Adamant Sea
03:30
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There by the adamant sea,
Floated a flock of white swans.
With small ones they wandered across
The adamant endless blue sea.
When did it come from above?
The glaucous eagle, why you are here?
You’re chasing with cold in your eyes
Scattered flock across the sea.
White down floating in the sky
Grey feathers come to green meadow.
And who is gathering up the white?
A beautiful maiden is taking the feathers.
She takes those for her man,
So, he lies on the soft with no feeze,
She could take those for light-hearted kids,
But she’ll bring those to her fallen man.
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Why You, River
02:11
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8. |
In Our Yard
02:41
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9. |
Arrow's Burial
02:24
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Let your arrow fly over village sky,
But don’t let him die.
Don’t take one today, keep the one alive
In the coming time.
Let him go his way, put your longbow down,
Since he’ll be unsung -
No one left to cry.
Where the mother cries for the fallen son
There will rivers flow.
Where the sister cries for the brother’s end,
There will lake ascend.
Where the widow cries for the husband’s pass,
There will creek wash grass.
Where the children cry for the father’s leave,
There will brooks appear.
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10. |
Grateful Night
02:34
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