Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vallan Alla , by - Neljä Ruusua. Song from the album Karelia Express, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.2003
Record label: OY EMI FINLAND
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Vallan Alla(original) |
| Kerran psin rajan taa |
| Isiemme teit kulkemaan |
| Katsoin samaa maisemaa |
| Jota ihastelivat jo silloin muinoin |
| He jivt vallan alle |
| Jotkut kuolivat ja toiset haavoittuivat |
| Kaikki muistot hautautuvat |
| Palautuvat kirjoihin ja tarinoihin |
| Ja lauluihin |
| Sergei nytti meille tien |
| Ja paikat miss isoist liikkui |
| Andrej, sotaorpo itsekin |
| Sesteli isiemme lauluin |
| Ja ne lauloi aamunkoittoon |
| Juhlivat ja kertoivat tarinoitaan |
| Ja ne juopui yhteen soittoon |
| Antautuivat hetken vietvksi |
| Humallun itsekin |
| Ja tajuan viimeinkin |
| Miksi tnne halusin |
| Ei ystv |
| En ketn kaipaamaan j Silti tunnen ikv |
| Heti kun lhden pois |
| Tiedn nyt paljon enemmn |
| Ja annan heille paikan sydmeeni |
| He jivt vallan alle |
| Jotkut kuolivat ja niin monet haavoittuivat |
| Kaikki muistot hautautuvat |
| Palautuvat kirjoihin ja tarinoihin |
| Ja ne lauloi aamunkoittoon |
| Juhlivat ja kertoivat tarinoitaan |
| Ja ne juopui yhteen soittoon |
| Antautuivat hetken vietvksi |
| Muistoihin |
| (translation) |
| Once across the border |
| Our fathers made you go |
| I looked at the same landscape |
| Admired back then in ancient times |
| They are in power |
| Some died and others were wounded |
| All memories are buried |
| Reversible to books and stories |
| And to the songs |
| Sergei pointed the way for us |
| And the places miss the big ones moved |
| Andrej, the war orphan himself |
| Sesteli with our fathers' songs |
| And they sang at dawn |
| They celebrated and told their stories |
| And they got drunk on one call |
| Surrendered for a moment |
| I'm drunk myself |
| And I finally realize |
| Why I wanted this |
| No friends |
| I don't miss it Still I feel ikv |
| As soon as I leave |
| I know a lot more now |
| And I give them a place in my heart |
| They are in power |
| Some died and so many were wounded |
| All memories are buried |
| Reversible to books and stories |
| And they sang at dawn |
| They celebrated and told their stories |
| And they got drunk on one call |
| Surrendered for a moment |
| To memories |