it's time to examine the timebomb of the senseless leaders
in the circle of the seasons in one direction, backing away from development
we beat the maintained attitudes in the foundation
let go of profit, we are born again in the womb of life
even though they try to conquer the realm, they want to enclose everything
Is the unbroken line of wisdom falling silent in our hands
We walk together with each other becoming one with the river of unity
insignificant goals vanish when the drive of success whistles
the slumbering people lost against purchasing, shut behind the prison entraces
the gate of balance opens for the lost souls
breaks off too heavily, tires out with the griefs of chaos
the ruptured souls alienated from the nest, yearning for the torch
the lonely hearts lament, long for the art
the ladders of the old knowledge accompany, the wilderness alleviates
the indigenous people have experience worth telling others
the tethered minds of this side of the mountain to the far side of the hill
you can't change the language of the world, but learn to understand
sayings fade, become ice, ignite again and grow ripe
it's necessary for the life too to search and strive without pause
the defects cleverly use the song of the endless coincidences
peaceful guests of the world
our lot in life is to live as a whole
sacrifice the suitcases
because it's pointless to just perish
you have to disappear to exist
lose in order to value
understand in order to care
it's pointless to just perish
smoke rises from the nearby hut, saying good evening
from the smoke hole, relieving the concerns
the short summer lured the bluethroat to fly from the treetop
singing from the throat to the cradle a fond gift for the family
the ancestors finding peace on the large winter-tracks
looking for tracks in the cold snow drifts, the mountains our godparents
the golden language echoes through the beautiful autumn into the winter
in the spring sun it's getting warmer, bare ground appears, the vapour of life pouring in
peace stored in the heart, a man of the steady circle is affected
in the barren lands calmly following tracks along the waterfall
there is room on the mountain hill for the beam and the good one to play
the sámi have become a bridge for playing the sighing tune of nature
the continuity stays warm in the way of living, in the handcraft and in the clothes
energy to the inheritors to take care of our gifts
to look after the reindeer country during the harsh years until the next age
migrate between the residences so that a new one manages to come into place
the power of equilibrium breathes through us, you can feel it the bones
as an internally united people the sámi have great power
reconcile ourself even though the careless heavy rain splashes and hate is blowing into the boaššu
in the sparks there is courage, the peaceful embers are still kept alive
for a moment the channel of life embraces us
the views offered from the rounded mountain tops are visible
I looked downwards, held back my laughter
pines in the sunlight, the wind bended the birches
a brook from the spring, a river from the brook
getting stronger as a current born to become deep
the waters shine, show through, with a bright soul
the breeze gave a present, motivation to live with the reindeer herd
the shoes trample the stony lands, really listening
the wind caresses the face, a sunbeam in the eyelids
the dwarf birches are bended, the branches in the breeze
the wordless message of the wind hits the guest
on terrains where the ground becomes uneven one gains strength
become acquinted with the love of the wordless peace
the grandmothers understood, the grandfathers understood
the land speaks, there is not limit in its beauty
SámiTranslator
Nicola Renzi
Pzt, 09/09/2019 - 02:39
The lyrics are as you can see very poetic so I have done my best to try to convey the way I interpret them.