[00:00.000] 作词 : Sevänen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Niilo Valtteri Sevänen/Ville-Petri Friman/Ville Vänni
[01:19.730]In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day
[01:25.800]I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
[01:33.760]Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
[01:41.310]Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
[01:48.810]“O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
[01:56.270]Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
[02:03.810]In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
[02:11.330]On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
[02:49.770]Ill-assorted with this life, these cares
[02:55.910]Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way
[03:03.780]Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a frail one
[03:10.840]I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start
[03:18.780]“O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
[03:26.330]Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
[03:33.840]In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
[03:41.290]On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
[05:38.850]Better it would be to stay in the shades
[05:47.770]In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death
[05:56.770]Here I would lie to the end of the days
[06:24.790]“Hear me now, my hapless son
[06:29.110]Warn away all yours fears
[06:32.420]Make good use of your brief days
[06:36.790]Life may be grim but death is more austere
[06:41.240]By yourself you sit and wait
[06:45.710]By yourself you will have time to repent”
[06:52.760]“In these lowly halls
[06:55.800]No moon will beam, no sun will shine
[07:03.300]In these narrow rooms
[07:06.600]No tears are seen, no laughter heard”
[07:34.340]At the dawn of a quiet day
[07:38.630]I strolled from the woods, returned to the hearth
[07:45.300]And with a restful mind I roamed
[07:49.330]The dreary shores, the darkling wilds
[07:54.920]Greeting all the days that befall
[07:59.550]Taking life as it comes

作词 : Sevänen
作曲 : Niilo Valtteri Sevänen/Ville-Petri Friman/Ville Vänni
In the evening of a grey day, a bleak day
I strayed into the dim silence of the hallowed trees
Where the fir-trees whisper of those been, those gone
Where the sacred earth still hides all those we once loved
“O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
Ill-assorted with this life, these cares
Each moment I am waiting for the worst to come my way
Dark berry from my mother’s womb; a frail one
I was affrighted at my birth, bewildered from the start
“O father, hear these words, your son is not made for this world
Faint-hearted and careworn, into this vile life I was hurled
In the woods the fiends sigh, I swear I heard the demons neigh
On the seashore I espy the dreadful void under the tides”
Better it would be to stay in the shades
In the thicket of the dead, in the groves of death
Here I would lie to the end of the days
“Hear me now, my hapless son
Warn away all yours fears
Make good use of your brief days
Life may be grim but death is more austere
By yourself you sit and wait
By yourself you will have time to repent”
“In these lowly halls
No moon will beam, no sun will shine
In these narrow rooms
No tears are seen, no laughter heard”
At the dawn of a quiet day
I strolled from the woods, returned to the hearth
And with a restful mind I roamed
The dreary shores, the darkling wilds
Greeting all the days that befall
Taking life as it comes