Translation of the song lyrics Sumussa Hämärän Aamun - Korpiklaani

Sumussa Hämärän Aamun (original)

Aikaan aamun niin hämärän
Laskee harson pellon päälle.
Pellon yllä hento usva
Näyttää Tuonelta tulijat.
Vaeltelee kuultavina
Sijattomat sielut tuolla
Utuisella pellon päällä,
Sumussa hämärän aamun.
Älä eksy usvan alle,
Ei Tuonen tiet ole kevyet.
Ututyttö, Terhenneiti
Älä piilota pientä lasta.
On pellon sylissä kylmä
Aamu usvaisen elämän.
Ei linnut ole herillä,
Ei Päivätär päivää näytä.
On hiljaista niin kuin yöllä,
Vaikka aamu on käsillä.
Kuuletko tuon kurjen laulun,
Se laulu on Terhenneidin.
Hento on sumuinen harso,
Honnompi on usvan ääni,
Hennoin kaikista utuinen
Ututyuuö, Tuonen tuoja.
When a day so dark is dawning
It lays a veil over the field.
A frail mist above the hazy field
Shows those from the land of the dead.
Those spirits that are out of place —
There those glowing ones meander.
They are above the hazy field
In the mist of a dark morning.
Do not get lost under the mist.
The ways of death are not so light.
You hazy girl, Terhenneiti,
Do not conceal a little child.
A cold dawn of a hazy life
Is in the lap of the field.
There are not any birds awake.
Päivätär does not show the day.
Although the day is now at hand
It’s dead silent as if at night.
Do you hear the song of the crane?
That’s the song of Terhenneiti.
The hazy veil is fragile
And the sound of mist is gentle.
Ututyttö, the death’s bringer —
This hazy girl’s the frailest one.

Sumussa Hämärän Aamun (translation)

By morning so dusk
Puts the gauze over the field.
A gentle mist above the field
Looks like the newcomers.
Wanders audibly
Substitute souls over there
On a hazy field,
In the fog of a dark morning.
Don't get lost in the fog,
No, the roads are not easy.
Mistress, Pregnant
Do not hide a small child.
It is cold in the lap of the field
Morning of a hazy life.
No birds are awake,
No Diary days show.
It's quiet like at night,
Although the morning is at hand.
Do you hear that miserable song,
That song is Terhenneidin.
Thin is a foggy gauze,
The sound of the fog is getting worse,
The most delicate of all hazy
Ututyuuö, Tuonen imoja.
When a day so dark is dawning
It lays a veil over the field.
A frail mist above the hazy field
Shows those from the land of the dead.
Those spirits that are out of place -
There those glowing ones meander.
They are above the hazy field
In the mist of a dark morning.
Don't get lost under the mist.
The ways of death are not so light.
You hazy girl, Pregnant,
Do not conceal a little child.
The cold dawn of a hazy life
Is in the lap of the field.
There are not any Birds awake.
The day does not show the day.
Although the day is now at hand
It’s dead silent as if at night.
Do you hear the song of the crane?
That’s the song of Terhenneiti.
The hazy veil is fragile
And the sound of mist is gentle.
Mud Girl, the death’s bringer -
This hazy girl’s the frailest one.