The old and evil witch of the lightless Northland, She asked the skilful blacksmith To forge the wonderous Sampo, the lid in many colors, The mighty mill to make good fortune to its holder.
The master of forge and smithy, Forges for her the lid in colors. Mixes together certain metals - See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising. Yet he has not the bride of beauty - See the fire now burn in his eyes!
And he hammers for her the lid in many colors Rising from the fire. To have her fairest daughter as a trade-off, To be his wife and queen forever and ever.
The master of forge and smithy, Forges for her the lid in colors Mixes together certain metals - See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising. Yet he has not the bride of beauty - See the fire now burn in his eyes!
The master of forge and smithy, Forges for her the lid in colors Mixes together certain metals - See the fire now burn in his eyes! The blacksmith of Pohjola Sees the magic Sampo rising. Yet he has not the bride of beauty - See the fire now burn in his eyes!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
