Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Illan varjoon himmeään, artist - Rauli Badding Somerjoki. Album song Täss on Rauli, moi!, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Record label: Siboney
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Illan varjoon himmeään(original) |
Illan varjoon himmeaan, myota kaipuun jalleen jaan |
Paljon mennyt paivat oi, vaan kuitenkin, kuin hukkaan mennyt ois |
Muiston aani hiljainen, sielussain soi kaivaten |
Menneen mieleen jalleen tuo, myos muitan sen, kun rakkain lahti pois |
Missa liekin, minne viekin, polku pienen armaan, kuiskeen kuulen, iltatuulen |
Niinkuin lohdun sois, harhaan siella, kylman tiella, kuljet rakkain varmaan |
Mielein kaipuu, toivoon taipuu, saapuu rakkain voit, tuon menneen uudestaan |
Jos viela saisin sen, sua luotain milloinkaan, pois sillon paastais en |
Katson iltaan, tyhjaan siltaan, tuota mietin jalleen |
Onni nainen, toisenlainen, myos kai olla voit |
Illan varjoon himmeaan, myota kaipuun jalleen jaan |
Paljon mennyt paivat oi, vaan kuitenkin, kuin hukkaan mennyt ois |
Muiston aani hiljainen, sielussain soi kaivaten |
Menneen mieleen jalleen tuo, myos muitan sen, kun rakkain lahdit pois |
(translation) |
In the shadow of the evening to Himmea, sell my longing again |
Much gone days oh, but still, like wasted oh |
The sound of memory is quiet, longing in my soul |
That reminds me of that again, and I also remember it when my loved one left |
Where the flame, wherever I go, the path of a little grace, I whisper, the evening wind |
As the sound of consolation, in the way of the cold, ye go in love |
Longing for hope, longing for hope, arriving my dearest, that past again |
If I could still get it, I'll never hit it off |
I look at the evening, the empty bridge, I think about that again |
Good luck woman, different, I guess you can be too |
In the shadow of the evening to Himmea, sell my longing again |
Much gone days oh, but still, like wasted oh |
The sound of memory is quiet, longing in my soul |
That reminds me of that again, and I also remember it when my beloved bays are gone |