Now the great wind takes its boat above the forests face Carries the forger by stormy touch with rising rage Ah, Devours the constant master of burning furnace Brings him across the sky to a place of never-pleasant northland Are you the great forger? Are you now the great forger who came here with stormwind? Can you make the celestial sphere, Sampo for our tribe with not much? Yes, I came here with those darkened skies. I am more skillfull than you've heard and I'm the onlyone on earth Who can surely make that for youyr pride
'Cause I've made the lid for the sky without anything by my side I'll hammer for you the lid in colors from the feathers of the swan From milk of barren cow From a single grain From the finest wool Grinds one can at the day-dawn Grinds one can for eating Grinds a second jar for sale And third one for the store-house Louhi has the wondrous sampo Smith still don't have the bride of beautyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
