A keresés eredménye

Morning Steps

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Silently-silently, moring tiptoes
into the chamber.
Quietly pours sun oil
into day's lamp.
 
Silently-silently, behind the house
(s)he lifts canopy of heaven,
silently-silently, from the eyes of the house
(s)he takes the veil of sleep.
 
Silently-silently the house awakes,
the barn and stables and storehouse too.
Morning lays the sheets of mist,
wordless and quiet.
 
Silently-silently tending,
(s)he sends the night away.
Birdsongs as keys,
birdsongs as keys,
songs chiming on the belt.
 
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Party day

1. Someone came behind the door, and jingled the instrument
Someone came behind the window and started singing.
Someone came in the morning and gifted me flowers.
Someone came late in the evening and brought a new tune.
 
Listen, my friend, listen, you listen
Listen how the yard is ringing of singing voices
Listen, oh friend, listen, you listen
Listen, how my bosom is echoing of the sounds of instruments
 
2. They came with a friend and they came alone
Voices so colourful sounding under the sky
They came with a komuus and they came with a drum
Flutes, bagpipes could be heard on the streets.
 
Listen, my friend, listen, you listen
Listen how the yard is ringing of singing voices
Listen, oh friend, listen, you listen
Listen, how my bosom is echoing of the sounds of instruments
 
3. There was dancing barefoot, dacing knee deep in grass
There was dancing alone and many together
Jumping in the air and laying down
There was spinning, spinning to the rhythm of the instrument
 
Listen, my friend, listen, you listen
Listen how the yard is ringing of singing voices
Listen, oh friend, listen, you listen
Listen, how my bosom is echoing of the sounds of instruments
 

The song of Ainaguli the Kirghiz

I'm a little Kirghiz
I'm not Estonian
I'm a little Kirghiz
I'm not Estonian
I speak, speak Estonian
And speak, speak Kirghiz
I am good
And I am clever
I am a good girl
My Kirghiz.... 1
My name is Ainagul
My name is Ainagul
My name is Ainagul
 

• 1. A word is missing here

The mole's party

There lived a mole in the forest
among spruces young and old
Under the root of the juniper tree
his living quarters deep under ground.
 
He invited guests,
furry and feathery
A crow and a magpie came,
a hawk and a witty raven too.
 
The bear padded proudly,
the spikey hedgehog rolled,
the rabbit with a short tail,
the squirrel with pointy ears.
 
Running came the elk,
late came the fox.
Then everybody sat at the table,
tasted the party food.
 
The bear sucked on a honey cake,
the rabbit sipped the dew drink,
the raven ate the gooseberry,
the hawk drank the crane drink
 
The elk ate the moss soup,
the squirrel chewed on a cone,
That was in the daylight,
a merry party.
 

The best friend (Leopold's song)

For a good friend
are open my door and my soul
my eyes and my ears
and my family circle.
If you want, you can always come,
I'll wait with the window open
or if you want, fly through
the TV channel.
 
Oh boys-girl,
this life is good
YES!
When everybody
has a comrade and a buddy
HOORAY!
 
When your yard is also the yard of your friend,
then no wish is too big for you!
How exciting and rich
does the Saturday become
when your friends
come to visit you!
YES!
 
For a good friend
are open my door and my soul
my eyes and my ears
and my family circle.
If you want, you can always come,
I'll wait with the window open
or if you want, fly through
the TV channel.
 

The heart beats

The heart beats thump, thump thump!
Open door, door, door!
Then we'll go with Malle
fishing into the island.
Hopsassaa, with Malle
fishing into the island.
 
When the tailwind is good,
the boat'll fly like a bullet.
Then we'll have time
to talk secret talk with Malle.
Hopsassaa, talk secret
talk with Malle!
 
When the fish are gutted,
everything talked,
then we'll go with Malle
to the countryside to sell fish.
Hopsassaa, with Malle
to the countryside to sell fish.
 

Oh, what a busy day I have

Oh, what a busy day I have!
Early in the morning,
I rode on my grandad's knee, patted his cheeks,
chewed on a gingerbread, asked and questioned.
But later during the lunch, I just had
to get onto mother's lap, had to count her buttons.
Oh, and all the other things that I did!
I made the the house untidy,
climbed and hurry-scurried,
tore my pants.
Even though it's nearly evening,
my little kitten asks
for my attention,
that lazy kitty.
Asks me to rock itself,
to move the tip of it's tail.
Aren't I diligent,
my days are full of doing.
 

Dandelion child

(2x)
Yellow hair,
A greenish dress
A greenish dress
A little bit short
Don't go anywhere
from behind our window
Don't go wandering
anywhere alone
Merry and fit,
dandelion child.
 

We love bathing (Traveling song)

We love traveling
and truly we love it the most I guess.
You ask why?
You can swing in your yard,
but it's good to move around.
When you see alot (of thing),
you'll remember a thing or two.
 
We went to the countryside,
a horse lived there.
And a cow opened its mouth
and said moo.
A raven said caw
and a boat glided in the water,
in the boat sat an old man.
He too was from the countryside.
 
When you have good friends,
try to keep them.
There's nothing else to wish for
then friends who are loyal.
 
We love bathing
and jumping on one leg.
You ask why?
It's just nice to bath
and to jump on one leg.
Standing on our head
makes us merry too.
 
When you are merry,
what better is there.
When playing is in full swing,
oh, if we might be together.
Warm summer wind,
apples ripening in the trees,
it's August
there are songs on our lips.
 
When you have good friends,
try to keep them.
There's nothing else to wish for
then friends who are loyal.
 
When you are merry,
what better is there.
When playing is in full swing,
oh, if we might be together.
Warm summer wind,
apples ripening in the trees,
it's August
there are songs on our lips.
 
When you have good friends,
try to keep them.
There's nothing else to wish for
then friends who are loyal.
 
When you are merry,
what better is there.
When playing is in full swing,
oh, if we might be together.
Warm summer wind,
apples ripening in the trees,
it's August
there are songs on our lips.
 
When you have good friends,
try to keep them.
There's nothing else to wish for
then friends who are loyal.
 

Jingle, jingle sleighbell

Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
tender snow, tender snow.1
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
The forest is gleaming and the ground is glittering.
Passing are sleighs, sledges,
along the road, wintery road.
Over the swamp and the pasture,
over the hayfield.
 
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
tender snow, tender snow.
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
The forest is gleaming and the ground is glittering.
In front of us the fires are glimmering,
on the wintery road, on the village road.
Happy holidays everywhere,
all across the land.
 
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
tender snow, tender snow.
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
The forest is gleaming and the ground is glittering.
In front of us the fires are glimmering,
on the wintery road, on the village road.
Happy holidays everywhere,
all across the land.
 
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
tender snow, tender snow.
Jingle, jingle sleighbell,
The forest is gleaming and the ground is glittering.
 

• 1. In Estonian, 'kell' and 'hell' rhyme, as can be seen. 'Hell' means 'tender'