Текст и перевод песни Paavo Berglund feat. Helsinki Philharmonic Orchestra - Kullervo Op. 7: Kullervo's Youth

Kullervo Op. 7: Kullervo's Youth

Kullervo Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Hivus keltainen korea
Kengän kauto kaunokainen
Läksi viemähän vetoja
Maajyviä maksamahan
Vietyä vetoperänsä
Maajyväset maksettua
Rekehensä reutoaikse
Kohennaikse korjahansa
Alkoi kulkea kotihin
Matkata omille maille
Ajoa järyttelevi
Matkoansa mittelevi
Noilla Väinön kankahilla
Ammoin raatuilla ahoilla
Neiti vastahan tulevi
Hivus kulta hiihtelevi
Noilla Väinön kankahilla
Ammoin raatuilla ahoilla
Kullervo Kalervon poika
Jo tuossa piättelevi
Alkoi neittä haastatella
Haastatella houkutella
Nouse neito korjahani
Taaksi maata taljoilleni
Surma sulle korjahasi
Tauti taaksi taljoillesi
Kullervo Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Iski virkkua vitsalla
Helähdytti helmivyöllä
Virkku juoksi matka joutui
Tie vieri reki rasasi
Neiti vastahan tulevi
Kautokenkä kaaloavi
Selvällä meren selällä
Ulapalla aukealla
Kullervo Kalervon poika
Hevoista piättelevi
Suutansa sovittelevi
Sanojansa säätelevi
Tule korjahan korea
Maan valio matkoihini
Tuoni sulle korjahasi
Manalainen matkoihisi
Kullervo, Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Iski virkkua vitsalla
Helähdytti helmivyöllä
Virkku juoksi matka joutui
Reki vieri tie lyheni
Neiti vastahan tulevi
Tinarinta riioavi
Noilla Pohjan kankahilla
Lapin laajoilla rajoilla
Kullervo, Kalervon poika
Hevoistansa hillitsevi
Suutansa sovittelevi
Sanojansa säätelevi
Käy neito rekoseheni
Armas alle vilttieni
Syömähän omeniani
Puremahan pähkeniä
Sylen kehno kelkkahasi
Retale rekosehesi
Vilu on olla viltin alla
Kolkko korjassa eleä
Kullervo Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Koppoi neion korjahansa
Reualti rekosehensa
Asetteli taljoillensa
Alle viltin vieretteli
Päästä pois minut tästä
Laske lasta vallallensa
Kunnotointa kuulemasta
Pahalaista palvomasta
Tahi potkin pohjan puhki
Levittelen liistehesi
Korjasi pilastehiksi
Rämäksi re′en retukan
Kullervo Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Aukaisi rahaisen arkun
Kimahutti kirjakannen
Näytteli hope'itansa
Verkaliuskoja levitti
Kultasuita sukkasia
Vöitänsä hopeapäitä
Verat veivät neion mielen
Halu muutti morsiamen
Hopea hukuttelevi
Kulta kuihauttelevi
Mist′ olet sinä sukuisin
Kusta, rohkea rotuisin?
Lienet suurtaki sukua
Isoa isän aloa
En ole sukua suurta
Enkä suurta enkä pientä
Olen kerran keskimmäistä
Kalervon katala poika
Tuhma poika tuiretuinen
Lapsi kehjo keiretyinen
Vaan sano oma sukusi
Oma rohkea rotusi
Jos olet sukua suurta
Isoa isän aloa
En ole sukua suurta
Enkä suurta enkä pientä
Olen kerran keskimmäistä
Kalervon katala tyttö
Tyhjä tyttö tuiretuinen
Lapsi kehjo keiretyinen
Ennen lasna ollessani
Emon ehtoisen eloilla
Läksin marjahan metsälle
Alle vaaran vaapukkahan
Poimin maalta mansikoita
Alta vaaran vaapukoita
Poimin päivän, yön lepäsin
Poimin päivän, poimin toisen
Päivälläpä kolmannella
En tiennyt kotihin tietä
Tiehyt metsähän veteli
Ura saatteli salolle
Siinä istuin jotta itkin
Itkin päivän jotta toisen
Päivänäpä kolmantena
Nousin suurelle mäelle
Korkealle kukkulalle
Tuossa huusin, hoilaelin
Salot vastahan saneli
Kankahat kajahtelivat
"Elä huua, hullu tyttö
Elä mieletön, melua
Ei se kuulu kumminkana
Ei kuulu kotihin huuto
Päivän päästä kolmen, neljän
Viien, kuuen viimeistäki
Kohennihin kuolemahan
Heitihin katoamahan
Enkä kuollut kuitenkana
En mä kalkinen kaonnut
Oisin kuollut, kurja raukka
Oisin katkennut, katala
äsken tuosta toisna vuonna
Kohta kolmana kesänä
Oisin heinänä helennyt
Kukoistellut kukkapäänä
Maassa marjana hyvänä
Punaisena puolukkana
Nämät kummat kuulematta
Haikeat havaitsematta
Voi poloinen, päiviäni
Voipa, kurja, kummiani
Kun pi'in sisarueni
Turmelin emoni tuoman
Voi isoni, voi emoni
Voi on valtavanhempani
Minnekä minua loitte
Kunne kannoitte katalan
Parempi olisin ollut
Syntymättä, kasvamatta
Ilmahan sikeämättä
Maalle tälle täyttymättä
Eikä surma suorin tehnyt
Tauti oike'in osannut
Kun ei tappanut minua
Kaottanut kaksiöisnä
Kullervo, Kalervon poika
Otti koiransa keralle
Läksi tietä telkkimähän
Korpehen kohoamahan
Kävi matkoa vähäisen
Astui tietä pikkaraisen
Tuli tuolle saarekselle
Tuolle paikalle tapahtui
Kuss′ oli piian pillannunna
Turmellut emonsa tuoman
Siin′ itki ihana nurmi
Aho armahin valitti
Nuoret heinät hellitteli
Kuikutti kukat kanervan
Tuota piian pillamusta
Emon tuoman turmelusta
Eikä nousnut nuori heinä
Kasvanut kanervan kukka
Ylennyt sialla sillä
Tuolla paikalla pahalla
Kuss' oli piian pillannunna
Emon tuoman turmellunna
Kullervo, Kalervon poika
Tempasi terävän miekan
Katselevi, kääntelevi
Kyselevi, tietelevi
Kysyi mieltä miekaltansa
Tokko tuon tekisi mieli
Syöä syyllistä lihoa
Viallista verta juoa
Miekka mietti miehen mielen
Arvasi uron pakinan
Vastasi sanalla tuolla
"Miks′ en söisi mielelläni
Söisi syyllistä lihoa
Viallista verta joisi
Syön lihoa syyttömänki
Juon verta viattomanki
Kullervo, Kalervon poika
Sinisukka äijön lapsi
Pään on peltohon sysäsi
Perän painoi kankahasen
Kären käänti rintahansa
Itse iskihe kärelle
Siihen surmansa sukesi
Kuolemansa kohtaeli
Se oli surma nuoren miehen
Kuolo Kullervo urohon
Loppu ainakin urosta
Kuolema kovaosaista

Kullervo Op. 7: Kullervo's Youth

Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
With hair of handsome yellow
A fine lad in his buckled shoes
He set off to collect debts
To claim land taxes
Having collected his debts
And claimed the land taxes
He harnessed his steed to his sleigh
Prepared his carriage for the journey
He began his journey home
To travel to his own lands
He drove with a rumble
Measuring his journey
On those plains of Väinö
On meadows cleared long ago
A maiden came towards him
Her golden hair shimmering
On those plains of Väinö
On meadows cleared long ago
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Reined in his horses there
He began to question the maiden
To question and entice her
Get in my carriage, maiden
Sit beside me on my furs
Death will be your carriage
Disease your furs beside me
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
Struck his steed with a switch
Urged it on with his beaded belt
The steed ran, the journey sped
The road rolled by, the sleigh creaked
A maiden came towards him
Her buckled shoes clinking
On the clear expanse of the sea
On the open ocean
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Reined in his horses
Softly spoke to her
Carefully choosing his words
Come, beautiful maiden, join my journey
Become the jewel of my travels
The underworld will be your journey
The land of the dead your destination
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
Struck his steed with a switch
Urged it on with his beaded belt
The steed ran, the journey sped
The sleigh flew, the road shortened
A maiden came towards him
Her tin breast shimmering
On those plains of Pohjola
On the vast borders of Lapland
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Slowed his horses
Softly spoke to her
Carefully choosing his words
Step into my sleigh, maiden
My beloved, under my blankets
To eat my apples
To bite into my nuts
My sleigh is a poor one
My carriage a tattered wreck
It's cold to lie under blankets
Dreary to live in a carriage
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
Pulled the maiden into his carriage
The beauty into his sleigh
He settled her on his furs
Lay her down beneath his blankets
Let me go from this place
Release this child to her freedom
From listening to your wickedness
From worshipping your evil
Or I will kick through the bottom
Tear apart your sleigh
Turn your carriage into splinters
Your sleigh into a tattered wreck
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
Opened his money chest
Unlatched the book cover
Showed her his silver
Spread out his silken fabrics
His gold-trimmed socks
His belts with silver buckles
The treasures captured the maiden's mind
Desire changed the bride
Silver drowned her senses
Gold withered her resistance
From where do you hail?
From what bold lineage do you descend?
You must be of noble birth
From a great father's line
I am not of noble birth
Neither great nor small
I am but of the middle sort
Kalervo's wicked son
A wicked, sullen boy
A child cradled in misfortune
But tell me your lineage
Your own bold ancestry
If you are of noble birth
From a great father's line
I am not of noble birth
Neither great nor small
I am but of the middle sort
Kalervo's wicked daughter
An empty, sullen girl
A child cradled in misfortune
Once when I was a child
Living in my mother's care
I went to the forest to pick berries
Beneath the slopes of the fell
I picked wild strawberries from the ground
From beneath the slopes of the fell
I picked for a day, rested for a night
I picked for a day, then another
On the third day
I no longer knew the way home
The paths led me astray in the forest
The trail guided me to a clearing
There I sat and wept
I wept for a day, then another
On the third day
I climbed a great hill
A high ridge
There I shouted and called out
The clearings echoed back
The hills resounded
"Do not shout, foolish girl"
"Do not make noise, you mad one"
"It will not be heard anyway"
"Your cries will not reach home"
"After three days, four days"
"Five, six, even the last"
"You will go home to die"
"To disappear into oblivion"
And yet I did not die
I did not vanish into dust
I would have died, a wretched creature
I would have perished, a wicked one
Just last year
Almost three summers ago
I would have withered as hay
Bloomed as a flower head
Ripened as a berry on the ground
As a red lingonberry
Without hearing these horrors
Without witnessing these sorrows
Woe to my days, I am wretched
Woe to my fate, I am miserable
For I have sinned with my brother
Defiled the one my mother bore
Woe to my father, woe to my mother
Woe to my dear parents
Where did you bring me?
Where did you carry this wicked one?
It would have been better
Not to be born, not to grow
Not to breathe the air
Not to fill this land
Death did not strike me directly
Disease did not claim its rightful share
Since it did not kill me
Did not destroy me when I was young
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Called his dog to his side
Set off to roam the paths
To ascend the hills of the raven
He journeyed but a short distance
Walked a little way
He came to that island
To that fateful place
Where the maiden had sinned with her brother
Defiled the one her mother bore
There the lovely meadow wept
The sorrowful field lamented
The young grasses swayed gently
The heather flowers drooped
For that maiden's sin with her brother
For the defilement of the one her mother bore
The young grass did not rise
The heather flowers did not grow
They could not flourish there
In that evil place
Where the maiden had sinned with her brother
Defiled the one her mother bore
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Drew his sharp sword
He looked at it, turned it over
Questioned it, examined it
He asked his sword its mind
Would it be willing to do the deed
To eat guilty flesh
To drink tainted blood
The sword understood the man's mind
Sensed the hero's grief
It answered with these words
"Why would I not eat willingly
Eat guilty flesh
Drink tainted blood
I even eat the flesh of the innocent
Drink the blood of the guiltless
Kullervo, son of Kalervo
Child of the blue-stockinged hag
Thrust his head upon the ground
Pressed his backside against the heath
Turned the hilt towards his chest
And threw himself upon the blade
There he met his demise
Faced his death
That was the death of the young man
The end of Kullervo the hero
The final chapter of the hero
The demise of the unfortunate one