Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

ter kdessni,
rinnallani.
Vain tyhj huotra tallattuna
seuraa kun taas.

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty pelko jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen piirt
merkin routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Taas vaihtaa suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja murentaa.

On autio
ja paenneet.
henki hyryten
kun kaikki jtyy.

Vain hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka siivet kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
seisoo taistojen.
Siint mets
rannassa punaisen.

Se lailla ukkosen
silpoo nyrtyvien.
talosta kuoleman
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin vastassa
on tuon teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
laelle kotka j.

revitty mutta kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka viel nkevt.

translation:]

[CHILD OF

A broken in my hand,
a of blood on my chest.
Just an scabbard trampled to the ground
will as I leave again.

The has been slain,
the defeated.
A fear is gnawing my flesh.

The icy piercing
my name is upon.
o' so red, it draws
a on the frozen ground.

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if its time to come
a solitary stays still.

Yet the wind is again,
embracing the dead and what is stone.

The woods are
and the are gone.
Through the steam of my
all I see is ice.

the icy piercing wind
my is carried upon.
And then it clear
what part is mine.

And sky is
the mountainside.
no fear in his eyes
the one wings is watching.

against the wind
the battlefield now stands.
The forest of is growing
on the red skyshore.

That rage thunderstorm
tears the lines.
Wolves from the of death
now grant the breath.

Alone against the
the of slaughter now stands.

No, the old man no words
and only the may tell his tale.

Into the soil
the shards of iron.
At the journey's end is to remain.

Still the icy piercing
my name is upon.
The mark on the frozen
will vanish time.

And rime is
the mountainside.
As if awaiting its to come
a solitary stays still.

Wings are torn but claws are ready
to what might be the end.

And is strangling
the of war.
With no fear in his
the one with is watching.