Текст песни С. М. Печкин - Песня про ворона

Once upon a crow, there lived a black
He sang his songs language crow
I knew with a bird, big and small
all wanted to be an eagle, but did not work
     And who remembers him
     who understands
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

Flying times crows but looked into the faces
when he saw the blue bird
he did not think that such is
He did not believe, but now knows
     and who sees it
     who notices
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

There was splyl will judge
that they are the cause - the birds are not people
Whether released sideways, as it often
let him not become the falcon, but knew the happiness
     And who can tell him
     who foretold
     and whom he loves
     he himself knows everything

Seli those birds on a tree stump pine
the world is not a better place, just became the new
so now the birds and live together
and fly high, and sing songs
     and who hears their
     who understands
     And who can tell him
     who foretold

La "kka", c'ikko, La "kkola" h
Poikki pellon Prokkolah
Prokko tiella "propati

Prokon naini nakramah
Prokon laps'et itko "ma" h
Prokon koirat naukkumah

Miepa "ma" nin lepikko "h, ka
Lepikko "miula s'auvasen
S'auvani miun tieh s'uatto.

{07/09/95, Kapeasalmi, Ketina Rock}

[Excerpt Karelian taken from the book "Karelian folklore"]
(C) Stepan M. Pechkin 1996