Текст песни Эпос - Калевала

Another initiation option:

One wish came to me
I thought of one thought, -
Be ready to sing
And rather start a word
To sing a song to me ancestors
Our kind of tunes.
Words are melting on the lips,
Are spreading with speeches
They strive for the tongue,
Open my teeth.

My golden friend and brother,
Dear childhood friend!
We will sing with you together
You and I will speak a word.

Finally we saw
On both sides now converged!
We rarely get together
We rarely go to each other
In this poor space,
In the edge of the north, miserable.

So give me your hands
Put our fingers together
We will sing glorious songs
Starting with the very best;
Let friends hear the singing
Let them heartily
Between the growing youth
In the growing people.
I collected all these speeches
These songs that they held
And on the loins of Väinämäinen,
And in the furnace of Ilmarinen,
On the ax of Kaukomieli,
And on the arrows of Eukhainen, -
In the far northern glades
In the vastness of the Kalevala.

My father sang them before,
Carving a hatchet;
Mother taught me them
Sitting at my spinning wheel;
On the floor then baby
At their knees I turned;
I was baby and fed
More milk, baby,

They sang to me about Sampo,
And about the charms of the cunning Louhi,
And Sampo grew old in songs,
And Louhi died from the spell,
Vipunen died with the song,
Lemminkäinen died in the battle.

I keep many words of others
And the knowledge I know:
I picked them up on the path
I broke them on the heather,
I broke them off the bushes,
I picked them up on the branches,
I collected them for myself in herbs,
I picked them up on the road
Wandering the paths as a shepherd,
And in the pastures as a boy,
Where the meadows are rich in honey
Where the glades are golden
Following Murikki the Cow
And for the motley walking Kimmo.

Frost told me songs
And gave me a rain of songs
The wind blew me songs
The waves of the sea brought
The birds laid down my words
Trees gave me speeches.

I wound them in one ball,
I tied them into one,
I put the ball on the sled
Put a bundle on the sled
And brought to the hut on a sled
On a sleigh brought to the barn
And in the barn under the rafters
I hid them in a copper chest.

Long songs in the cold
They lay hidden for a long time.
Should we remove them from the frost?
Can't you take songs from the cold?
Do not bring the casket into the dwelling,
Put a chest on the bench,
Under the beautiful rafters
Under this good roof;
Shouldn't I open a chest of songs
A chest full of words
Should I take a ball by the end,
And not to dissolve the skein?

I will sing a glorious song
It will sound pleasant
If they bring me a beer
And they will give rye bread.
If I don't have a beer
They won't offer a young one
I will sing and dry
Or sing with one water,
To make the evening fun
To decorate our day
And so that morning fun
Tomorrow the day has begun.