Luyện nghe bài hát Unohduksen Lapsi

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

On kaadettu,
voitettu.
Veistetty lihaani jyt.

Tuo hyytv
kuljettaa.
Punainen veri
merkin routaiseen.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
laelle vain j.

Taas tuuli suuntaa,
se syleilee ja kivet murentaa.

On mets
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun kaikki jtyy.

viima hyytv
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
siivet viel kantavat.

Yksin tuulta
orpo taistojen.
Siint mets
taivaan punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
silpoo nyrtyvien.
Sudet kuoleman
henkyksen viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei sano sanaakaan,
haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

Viel viima
kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin odottaen
kotka vain j.

Siivet revitty mutta kynnet
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka silmt nkevt.

translation:]

[CHILD OF

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

The enemy has slain,
the defeated.
A fear is my rough-hewn flesh.

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

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

Yet the is changing again,
embracing the dead and eroding is stone.

The are silent
and the are gone.
the steam of my breath
all I see is ice.

Just the icy wind
my is carried upon.
And it becomes clear
part here is mine.

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

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

That rage thunderstorm
tears the lines.
Wolves from the house of
now the final breath.

against the wind
the child of now stands.

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

Into the soil
the shards of iron.
At the end nothing is to remain.

the icy piercing wind
my is carried upon.
The on the frozen ground
vanish into time.

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

they are torn but claws are ready
to face what be the end.

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