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 vaihtaa suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja murentaa.

On autio
ja paenneet.
Katson hyryten
kun hiljalleen jtyy.

Vain viima
kuljettaa.
Lopulta sen
mit tyttmn.

Vuoren
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka viel kantavat.

tuulta vastassa
seisoo taistojen.
Siint keihiden
taivaan punaisen.

Se raivo lailla
silpoo nyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta
suovat viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta
on lapsi teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sanaakaan,
vain taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

hautaan kappaleet
vsymttmn.
Matkan lopussa ei j mitn.

Viel viima
kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa
katoaa.

Vuoren
kapuaa.
Kuin hetken
kotka vain j.

Siivet revitty kynnet valmiina
kohtaamaan.

Sodan
kuristaa.
Pelotta hn
jonka viel nkevt.

[English

OF OBLIVION]

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

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

The icy wind
my name is upon.
Blood o' so red, it
a mark on the ground.

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

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

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

the icy piercing wind
my name is upon.
And then it becomes
part here is mine.

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

Alone the wind
the orphan now stands.
The of spears 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 of slaughter now stands.

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

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

Still the icy piercing
my is carried upon.
The on the frozen ground
will into time.

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

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

And is strangling
the of war.
With no in his eyes
the one sight is watching.