Outona omilla mailla - Värttinä

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 …

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…