Harmaja — Katkera maa song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Katkera maa" by Harmaja.
Lyrics
Rajamme piirretty on Jana mittaamaton, joka kuiluna eteemme aukeaa
Kituva, katkera maa
Pit otteessaan, vaikka riuhtoisi raivoissaan
Kohmeellaan kova kohtalo kun koskettaa
Se vahvistaa, ellei juuriltansa puhalla
Valot vaihtuvat valjaissa myttuulen
Ja tuntematon on sinua varten
Jolla harhaillen soi suru olkapll
Ja mielesi noin saa pakenemaan auttajaa
Jolla harhaillen soi suru olkapll
Ja mielesi noin saa pakenemaan auttajaa
Valot vaihtuvat valjaissa myttuulen
Ja tuntematon on sinua varten
Jolla harhaillen soi suru olkapll
Ja mielesi noin saa pakenemaan auttajaa
Valot vaihtuvat valjaissa myttuulen (Kituva, katkera maa)
Ja tuntematon on sinua varten (Pit otteessaan)
Jolla harhaillen soi suru olkapll (Vaikka riuhtoisi raivoissaan)
Ja mielesi noin saa pakenemaan auttajaa
Valot vaihtuvat valjaissa myttuulen (Kituva, katkera maa)
Pit otteessaan
Jolla harhaillen soi suru olkapll (Vaikka riuhtoisi raivoissaan)
Lyrics translation
The drawing of our borders is the incalculable divide that opens before us
Stunted, bitter land
Pit in his grip, even if he is raging in a rage
The hard fate of touching
It strengthens unless you blow from your roots
The lights change in the harness of the myth wind
And the unknown is for you
With a wandering sound of grief shoulder
And that's how your mind makes you run from a helper
With a wandering sound of grief shoulder
And that's how your mind makes you run from a helper
The lights change in the harness of the myth wind
And the unknown is for you
With a wandering sound of grief shoulder
And that's how your mind makes you run from a helper
The lights change in the harness of the myth wind (stunted, Bitter Earth)
And the unknown is for you (Pit in his grasp)
With which wandering rang the grief of the shoulder (even when striding in rage)
And that's how your mind makes you run from a helper
The lights change in the harness of the myth wind (stunted, Bitter Earth)
Pit in his grip
With which wandering rang the grief of the shoulder (even when striding in rage)