Lyrics С. М. Печкин - Песня про ворона

There lived a raven, lived and was black
He sang his songs with his tongue raven
knew the bird, large and small
I wanted to become an eagle, but it did not work out
     And who remembers him
     who understands
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

I flew once a raven and looked into faces
when suddenly I saw a blue bird
he did not think that such things happen
he did not believe, but now he knows
     but who sees it
     who notices
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

It was and disappeared, will judge
what do they care about - birds are not people
will come out sideways, as it is often
let him not become a falcon, but he knew happiness
     And who will tell him
     who guesses
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

Those birds sat on a pine tree stump
the world has not become better, only the new
so now the birds live together
and fly high, and sing songs
     but who hears them
     who understands
     And who will tell him
     who guesses

La "kka", c'ikko, La "kkola" h
Poikki pellon Prokkolah
Prokko tiella "propati

Prokon naini nakramah
Prokon laps'et itko "ma" h
Prokon koirat naukkumah

Miepa "ma" nin lepikko "h, ka
Lepikko "miula s'auvasen
S'auvani miun tieh s'uatto.

{09.07.95, Kapeaspalmi, Katina Skala}

[An extract in Karelian is taken from the book "Karelian folklore"]
(c) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996