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The latest by Varttina (pretend the a's are umlauted), is good. I'm listening to it. The singer isn't Tarja, but isn't really trying to be either. It's Finnish folk music, sung in the native language. Don't expect "Woody Gutrhie" type folk music from them... Here's one roughly translated:
Mataleena
Music by Janne Lappalainen
Words: Mari Kaasinen, (Trad)
Mataleena, that young maid
bitter and twisted young maid
her heart is darkness
a land where nothing came to good
She'd had three baby boys
three she'd given birth to
three swaddled bairns
she'd had for her own
Mataleena, that young maid
bitter and twisted young maid
her heart is darkness
a memory of old evil
One of them she set fire to
He became a bright-glowing coal
It was fire that lulled him to sleep
flames that moaned for him
The second she threw in the water
held him under the waves
It was the sea-swell rocked him
dark ocean that took him
She dug a pit in the woods for the third
laid him to sleep in a grove
His cradle is birch-trees swaying
They watch over his everlasting sleep
That's what she did with her three baby boys,
the three she'd given birth to.
I think this was written during the winter when they don't get much sun...
I want to adopt an odd Finnish name.
http://www.varttina.com/main.site?action=news/view&id=79&ngid=1&varttinaSession1=3dca9586562da216f5517187e50a64a6
Mataleena
Music by Janne Lappalainen
Words: Mari Kaasinen, (Trad)
Mataleena, that young maid
bitter and twisted young maid
her heart is darkness
a land where nothing came to good
She'd had three baby boys
three she'd given birth to
three swaddled bairns
she'd had for her own
Mataleena, that young maid
bitter and twisted young maid
her heart is darkness
a memory of old evil
One of them she set fire to
He became a bright-glowing coal
It was fire that lulled him to sleep
flames that moaned for him
The second she threw in the water
held him under the waves
It was the sea-swell rocked him
dark ocean that took him
She dug a pit in the woods for the third
laid him to sleep in a grove
His cradle is birch-trees swaying
They watch over his everlasting sleep
That's what she did with her three baby boys,
the three she'd given birth to.
I think this was written during the winter when they don't get much sun...
I want to adopt an odd Finnish name.
http://www.varttina.com/main.site?action=news/view&id=79&ngid=1&varttinaSession1=3dca9586562da216f5517187e50a64a6