Lyrics of Outona omilla mailla - Värttinä

Outona omilla mailla (original)

Niin soitti soria poika
Soitti ku sormi kin-kintatahalla
Niin soitti soria poika
Soitti kun sormi kinta-kintahalla
Paukutti pajun varrella
Koputti koivun koukerolla
Paukutti pajun varrella
Koputti ko-oivun koukerolla
«Nousipa nurkkiin nuhina
Joka soppeen sohina
Silmn isku ikkunalle
Jalan polku portahal
Kalliot kaheksi lensi
Paukkui paaet kankahilla
Joet joikui, lammet laikkui
Kaatui kaivo kartanol.»
Niin soitti soria poika
Imeheksi i-ihmisille
Niin soitti soria poika
Imeheksi ihmi-ihmisille
Outona omilla mailla
Kiusan kielet kan-kannoillansa
Outona omilla mailla
Kiusan kielet kannoi-kannoillansa
«Nousipa nurkkiin nuhina…»
Thus played the fair youth
Like a finger on a mitten
Thus played the fair youth
Like a finger on a mitten
Set the willow twig-twanging
Beat the birch boughs
Set the willow twig-twanging
Beat the birch boughs
Set the corners echoing
All the crannies creaking
Eyes cast upon the window
Feet stamping on the stairway
Rent the rocks in two
Battered the boulders in the forest
The rivers running, the lakes laughing
The well in the yard fell over
Thus played the fair youth
Enchanting all who heard him
Thus played the fair youth
Enchanting all who heard him
A stranger in his own land
Driven far from home
A stranger in his own land
Driven far from home
Set the corners echoing …

(translation)

That's what Soria's son called
He played with his finger on the kin-kinta back
That's what Soria's son called
Played when the finger with a glove
Banged along the willow
Knocked birch with a bend
Banged along the willow
Knocked the co-birch with a hook
«Let's get to the corners as a runny nose
Everybody's buzzing
A blow to the window
Foot path portahal
The rocks flew in two
Banged the head with a cloth
The rivers drank, the ponds spotted
The well of the manor collapsed. ”
That's what Soria's son called
A sucker for i-people
That's what Soria's son called
A miracle for human beings
Strange in their own countries
Teasing tongues with his heels
Strange in their own countries
Teasing tongues with his stumps
«Get up in the corners with a runny nose»
Thus played the fair youth
Like a finger is a mitten
Thus played the fair youth
Like a finger is a mitten
Set the willow twig-twanging
Beat the birch boughs
Set the willow twig-twanging
Beat the birch boughs
Set the Corners echoing
All the crannies creaking
Eyes cast upon the window
Feet stamping on the stairway
Rent the rocks in two
Battered the boulders in the forest
The Rivers running, the Lakes Laughing
The well in the yard fell over
Thus played the fair youth
Enchanting all who heard him
Thus played the fair youth
Enchanting all who heard him
A stranger in his own land
Driven far from home
A stranger in his own land
Driven far from home
Set the Corners echoing…