Korpiklaani — Tuonelan Tuvilla song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tuonelan Tuvilla" by Korpiklaani.
Lyrics
Olpa nuori Joukahainen, laiha poika lappalainen.
Piti viikosta vihoa, ylen kauaista kaetta
Laativi tulisen jousen, jalon kaaren kaunistavi:
kaaren rauasta rakenti, vaskesta selän valavi;
«Karkaeli nuoliansa.
Sai vasamat valmihiksi ja jousen jänniteltäväksi»
Sie ampuisitko nyt Väinämöisen ja kaataisitko kalevalaisen,
tuo ilo ilmalta katoisi ja laulu maalta lankeaisi.
On ilo ilmalla jo parempi ja laulu maalla laatuisampi,
kuin onpi Manalan mailla, noilla, tuolla Tuonelan tuvilla.
Tuonelan tuvilla.
Viikon vuotti Väinämöistä, valvoen vajojen päissä,
kuunnellen kujan perällä, vahtaellen vainiolla,
jou’utti tulisen jousen, koppoi kaaren kauneimman
pään varalle Väinämöisen, surmaksi suvantolaisen.
Siitä vanha Väinämöinen suistuvi sulahan,
selästä sinisen hirven.
At The Huts Of The Underworld
Joukahainen, a youthful son,
Laplander, a slender fellow
bore a grudge within his heart,
bitter envy in his bosom.
Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,
so he shaped a noble bow
and he formed the bow of iron,
overlaid the back with copper.
Then the points were to be sharpened.
So the arrows then were ready
and his bow was fit for bending.
«Now, should you bring 'bout Väinämöinen's death
and by your arrow let him die,
joy will then fade away from Earth.
Songs cannot then be heard again.
Elation is way better on Eary
and the music is more cheerful in here
than somewhere in the land of the dead,
at the huts of the Underworld.»
Long he watched for Väinämöinen
peering, peeping at the lodges,
sometimes listening in the alleys,
sometimes watching in the meadow.
Spanned in haste his might crossbow
and he aimed his splendid weapon
at the head of Väinämöinen,
thus to kill Suvantolainen.
And then the old Väinämöinen
fell head over heels in water
off the back of his blue moose.
Lyrics translation
Olpa young Joukahainen, skinny boy lappalainen.
It was a week of hate, a long way off.
Crafting a fiery bow, a noble arch:
the arch was built from scratch by valavi of the left back;
"Ran away with his arrows.
Made the Hammers ready and the bow exciting»
Sie would you shoot Väinämöinen and bring down kalevan,
that joy from the air would disappear and the song from the land would fall.
It is a joy in the air already better and the song on land more quality,
it's like the Land of the Underworld, The Land of the Underworld, The Land of the underworld.
Tuvilla of the underworld.
Year of the week from Väinämö, staying awake at the ends of the sheds,
listening at the back of the alley, watching with Vainio,
the bow of the fiery bow, the most beautiful in the arch
for the head of Väinämöinen, slay suvantolainen.
From the old väinämöinen deristuvi sulahan,
blue elk on the back.
At The Hut Of The Underworld
Youkahainen, a youthful son,
Laplander, a slender fellow
bore a grudge within his heart,
bitter envy in his bosom.
Thus he worked a fiery crossbow,
so he shaded a noble bow
and he formed the bow of iron,
overlaid the back with copper.
Then the points were to be sharpened.
So the arrows then were ready
and his bow was fit for bending.
"Now, should you bring' bout Väinämöinen's death
and by your arrow let him die,
joy will then fade away from Earth.
Songs cannot then be heard again.
Elation is way better on Eary
and the music is more cheerful in here
than somewhere in the land of the dead,
at the hut of the Underworld.»
Long he watched for Väinämöinen
peering, peeping at the lodge,
sometimes listing in the alleys,
sometimes watching in the meadow.
Spanned in hasten his mighty crossbow
and he aimed his splendid weapon
at the head of Väinämöinen,
thus to kill Suvantolainen.
And then the old Väinämöinen
fell head over heels in water
off the back of his blue moose.