Korpiklaani Kädet Siipinä Lyrics

Niin hilijaisen,
näen hilijaisen
näen kulkueen miin mustan,
niin tumman mustan
hiljaisen näen surussa kulkevan
kädet on siipinä, niin on kädet suojana
suojana siivet silmäin
surun silmäin, kädet siipinä
eessä mustan hunnun

kulkueen nään länteen,
hiljaa, niin lipuu hiljaa länteen
kulkueen niin tumman leskein,
niin mustan nuornain leskein
jol kädet siipinä, suojana silmäin
kädet siipinä leskein
hiljaa kuulen surun laulun,
kuulen laulun katkeran
hyrinän hyisen leskein,
kivun tunnen kivun kuoleman
näen minä tumman taivaan,
palavan taivaanrannan minä nään
tuulesta kuulen hyisen huuon
sodan kylmän huuon.

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So silent, I see, oh so silent.
I see the procession so black, oh so dark, so black.
Silent I see the procession of sorrow.
Hands as their wings, shielding are the hands,
shielding the eyes are the wings.
The eyes of sorrow, hands as wings,
in front of the black veil.

I see the procession westbound,
silently gliding westbound.
The procession of widows so dark,
so dark the young widows,
whose hands as wings shielding their eyes,
hands as wings of the widows.

Quietly I hear the song of sorrow, I hear the song so bitter,
humming of the frozen window, I feel the pain, the grief of death.
I see the dark sky, the horizon burning I see.
I hear the chilling call in the wind,
the cold call of war,

So quiet
I see a quiet
I see a procession so black
so dark black
a quiet one I see walking in a sorrow
hands are wings, so are the hands as a defence
as the defence are the wings of eyes
the eyes of the sorrow, the hands as the wings
in front of a black veil
I see the procession to the west
slowly, gliding quietly to the west
the procession so dark of the widow(er)s
so black of the young widow(er)s
who have the hands as the wings, the defence of the eyes
the hands as the wings of the widow(er)s
I hear a quiet song of the sorrow
I hear the bitter song
freezing humming of the widow(er)s
pain I feel, pain of death
I see the dark sky
the burning horizon I see
from the wind I hear a freesing shout
cold shout of a war.

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