Below is the lyrics of the song Maapallo , artist - Raappana with translation
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Raappana
Maapallo on liikkuva asia,
Kuninkaan musiikin soittorasia, rasia.
Kivitt taloasi vaik se lasia,
l tuupi mua m hengaan reunalla.
Maapallo on liikkuva asia,
Kuninkaan musiikin soittorasia, rasia.
Kivitt taloasi vaik se lasia,
l tuupi mua m hengaan reunalla.
Kun luominen voi vied vuosii,
On tuhoaminen turhan iisii.
Ja jos asut lasisessa talossa,
Ei pits heitell kivii.
Luonto iskee takasin katsomatta asemaan,
Ker matkanvarrelta hyv karmaa,
Kaikille riitt tekemist, tynsarkaa,
Ettei lapsiltamme unelmat ksist karkaa.
Kaikki muuttuu sementiks, mainoksiks,
Nuoret sisl sementtilaitoksis.
Nn sen sortin horisontin,
Mut eteenpin m kaipa pompin.
Pelastakaa naiset, lapset alta sesongin,
Kydn pahaa vastaan avulla musiikin,
Niinkun vesi tytt meret,
Tytt maan kulttuuri,
Ei ne voi tehd tst yhden vuoden buumii vaan.
Homman ytimeen,
Latvast juureen,
Aivoista sydmeen.
Ei n vanhat silmt sit mit nuoret silmt tulee nkeen.
Kehitys niin vaativa et jdn jlkeen,
Pits tulevaisuuden suunnitelmien svelet olla selvt lapsena jo.
Kehitys vaatii menestyst,
Krsii vkisin tasapaino.
Kskee nostaa vett kuivuneesta kaivosta,
l mua mainoksillas painosta…
The earth is a moving thing,
The music box of the king, the box.
Stone your house or glass,
l poke me on the edge of the hanger.
The earth is a moving thing,
The music box of the king, the box.
Stone your house or glass,
l poke me on the edge of the hanger.
When creation can take years,
There is destruction in vain.
And if you live in a glass house,
No lace throwing stones.
Nature strikes back regardless of position,
Get good karma along the way,
There is enough to do for everyone,
That our children 's dreams may not escape.
Everything turns into cement, ads,
Young people in cement plants.
The so-called horizon of its kind,
But forward I miss the bounce.
Save the women, the children from under the season,
Kydn against evil with the help of music,
As the waters fill the seas,
The culture of the country,
Not they can make this one year boom but.
To the heart of the matter,
From Latvia to the root,
From brain to heart.
The old eyes do not know what the young eyes will do.
Development so demanding after you,
Lace for future plans will be clear as a child already.
Development requires success,
The balance is forced.
Able to lift water from a dried well,
l mua your ads for weight…
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