To Freedom: Concert Program

Hej, tam gdzieś z nad czarnej wody
Siada na koń kozak młody.
Czule żegna się z dziewczyną,
Jeszcze czulej z Ukrainą.

Hej, hej, hej sokoły!
Omijajcie góry, lasy, doły.
Dzwoń, dzwoń, dzwoń dzwoneczku,
Mój stepowy skowroneczku

Lo, there, somewhere near black waters
A young cossack mounts his horse.
Sadly he parts with his girl,
But even more sadly with Ukraine.

Hey, hey, hey falcons!
Fly past the mountains, forests and valleys.
Ring, ring, ring little bell.
My little steppe skylark

Leci liście z drzewa,
Co wyrosło wolne!
Znad mogiły śpiewa
Jakieś ptaszę polne.

Nie było, nie było,
Polsko, dobrze tobie!
W szystko, w szystko się prześniło,
A twe dzieci w grobie.

Popalone sioła,
Rozwalone miasta,
A w polu dokoła
Zawodzi niewiasta.

Wszyscy poszli z domu,
Wzięli z sobą kosy,
Robić nie ma komu,
W polu giną kłosy.

Kiedy pod Warszawą
Dziatwa się zbierała,
Zdało się, że z sławą
Wyjdzie Polska cała.

Bili zimę cała, 
Bili się przez lato, 
Lecz w jesieni zato
I dziatwy nie stało.

Skończyły się boje,
Ale pusta praca,
Bo w zagony swoje
Nikt z braci nie wraca.

Jednych ziemia gniecie,
A inni w niewoli,
A inni po świecie
Bez chaty i roli.

Ni pomocy z nieba,
Ani ludzkiej ręki,
Pusta leży gleba,
Darmo kwitną wdzięki.

O polska kraino, gdyby ci rodacy,
Co za ciebie giną wzięli się do pracy
I po garstce ziemi z ohczyzny zabrali,
Już by dłońmi swymi Polske usypali.

Lecz wybić się siłą
To dla nas już dziwy,
Bo zdrajców przybyło,
A lud zbyt poczciwy,

Leaves are falling off
Trees that once grew freely.
A little bird sings
On top of a grave.

Poland is in great sorrow.
It was all as a dream.
The land is draped in black,
Your children dead.

Burned hamlets,
Destroyed towns,
And a homeless woman
Cries in a field.

People have fled
and taken their scythes.
Crops shrivel and die,
With no one to harvest them.

Brave men gathered to defend
the walls of Warsaw
Poland began to rise
In glory and honor.

They fought through blizzard,
Through the summer heat.
Then came autumn, but there were
not enough young ones to continue.

The war is now over,
The struggle all in vain.
Many soldiers never came home
and the fields lay barren.

Some are buried;
Some rot in prison;
Some roam in exile,
without home or food

No help from heaven,
or human hands.
Unsown fields turn to waste,
Nature's gifts are nothing.

Oh Poland, If your sons,
That fought for your sake
had each taken a handful of soil
they could have built a new Poland.

But now, freedom through
force seems impossible,
Because traitors flourish and the
common people are too honest.

Иже Херувимы тайно образующе,
и животворящей Тройцѣ трисвятую пѣснь припѣвающе.
Всякое нынѣ житейское отложимъ попеченіе.

Яко да Царя всѣх подымемъ,
Aнгельскими невидимо дори-носима чинми. Аллилуіa.

We, who mystically represent the Cherubim,
And chant the thrice-holy hymn to the Life-giving Trinity,
Let us set aside the cares of life

That we may receive the King of all,
Who comes invisibly escorted by the Divine Hosts. Alleluia.

Ohoi sinda, rauda raiska,
rauda raiska, rähka kurja,

liha sööja, luu pureja,
vere süütuma valaja!
Kust said kurja, kange’eksi,
üleliia ülbe’eksi?

Hurjuh sinda, rauda raiska!
Tean ma sündi su sõgeda,
arvan algust su õela!

Ohoy villain! Wretched iron!
Wretched iron! Cursed bog ore!

You flesh-eater, Gnawer of bones,
You spiller of innocent blood!
Wicked, how did you get power?
Tell how you became so haughty!

Damn, you bastard! Wretched iron!
I know your birth, you purblind fool,
I know well your source, you evil!

Käisid kolme ilmaneitsit,
taeva tütarta tulista,
lüpsid maale rindasida,
soo pääle piimasida.
Üks see lüpsis musta piima,
sest sai rauda pehme’eda;
teine valgeta valasi,
sellest tehtud on teraksed;
kolmas see veripunasta,
sellest malmi ilma tulnud.

Once there walked three nature spirits,
Three fiery daughters of the sky.
They milked their swelling breast to earth,
They squeezed their milk onto the fens.
From the first maid spurted black iron,
This turned into soft wrought iron.
White milk squirted the second maid,
This was the source of tempered steel.
The third maid spouted blood-red milk,
This gave birth to bog iron ore.

Ohoi sinda, rauda raiska,
rauda raiska, rähka kurja!
Ei sa siis veel suuri olnud,
ei veel suuri, ei veel uhke,
kui sind soosa solguteldi,
vedelassa väntsuteldi.
Hurjuh sinda, rauda raiska!
Tean ma sündi su sõgeda,
arvan algust su õela!

Ohoy villain! Wretched iron!
Wretched iron! Cursed bog ore!
Then you were not high and mighty,
Not yet mighty, not yet haughty,
When you sloshed in swamps and marshes,
When in bogholes you were trampled.
Damn, you bastard! Wretched iron!
I know your birth, you purblind fool,
I know well your source, you evil!

Susi jooksis sooda mööda,
karu kõmberdas rabassa,
soo tõusis soe jalusta,
raba karu käpa alta.
Kasvid raudased orased,
soe jalgade jälile,
karu käppade kohale.
Ohoi rauda, laukalapsi,
rabarooste, pehme piima!
Kes su küll vihalle käskis,
kes pani pahalle tööle?

A wolf then ran across the fen,
A shambling bear walked in the moor.
And the swamp rose from the wolf tracks,
And the moor from under the bear’s paws.
And there sprouted iron seedlings
In traces of the wolf’s claws,
In the hollows of the bear tracks.
Ohoy, iron! Child of boghole!
Swamp’s red rust and gentle smooth milk!
Tell me, who made you so baleful!
Who decreed your works mischief?

(Surma sõitis sooda mööda,
taudi talveteeda mööda,
leidis soost terakse taime,
raua rooste lauka’alta.)

Death was riding through the marshes,
Plague was on a winter journey.
Seedling steel it found in swampland,
Rusty iron in a boghole.

Nii kõneles suuri surma,
taudi tappaja tähendas:
mäe alla männikussa,
põllulla küla päralla,
talu aitade tagana:
siin saab surma sepipada,
siia ahju ma asetan,
siia tõstan lõõtsad laiad,
hakkan rauda keetamaie,
raua roostet lõõtsumaie,
rauda tampima tigedaks.
Rauda, vaene mees, värises,
jo värises, jo võbises,
kuulis kui tule nimeda,
tule kurja kutsumista.

The great dead then began to talk,
The killer plague then spoke and said;
In a pine grove on a hillside,
In a field behind the village,
Far beyond the farmers’ granges,
Right here will be the forge of death.
Here I’ll build the forge’s furnace,
Here I’ll place the widest bellows,
Here I’ll start to boil the iron,
Fan and blast the rust-red bog ore,
Hammer anger into iron.
Iron, poor man, shivered, trembled,
Shivered, trembled, shuddered, quavered,
When he heard fire being called by name,
Heard the plea for wicked fire.

Ohoi sinda, rauda raiska!
Ei sa siis veel suuri olnud,
ei veel suuri, ei veel uhke,
kui sa ääsilla ägasid,
vingusid vasara alla.
Taat see ahjulta ärises,
halliparda vommi päälta:

Rauda rasvana venikse,
ila kombel valgunekse,
veerdes alla ääsi’ilta,
voolates valutulesta.
Veel sa rauda pehmekene,
miska sind karastatakse,
terakseksi tehtanekse?
Toodi ussilta ilada,
musta maolta mürgikesta.
Ei see raud kuri olekski,
ilma usside ilata,
mao musta mürkideta.

Taat see ahjulta ärises,
halliparda vommi päälta:
Varja nüüd vägeva Looja,
kaitse kaunike Jumala,
et ei kaoks see mees koguni,
hoopistükkis ema lapsi
Looja loodusta elusta,
Jumala alustatusta.

Ohoy villain! Wretched iron!
Then you were not high and mighty,
Not yet mighty, not yet haughty,
When you moaned in the white-hot furnace,
Whined under beating hammers.
Scolded the old man from upon the oven,
The greybeard from the furnace roof:

Iron stretches, like blubber,
Spreads like saliva,
Oozing from the blazing furnace,
Flowing from the scorching fire.
Iron, you’re still soft and gentle.
How have you yet to be tempered
To make steel from you?
Saliva was brought from a viper,
venom from a black snake!
For iron wouldn’t harbor evil
Without saliva from vipers,
Without venom from black snakes.

Scolded the old man from upon the oven,
They greybeard from the furnace roof:
Shelter us now, supreme Creator!
Keep us safe, God Almighty!
So that mankind would not perish,
Mother’s child vanish without trace
From life created by Creator,
Commenced by God.

(Uued ajad. Uued jumalad.
Kahurid, lennukid,
tankid, kuulipildujad.
Uus raud ja teras,
uhiuued targad,
täpsed, vägevad tapjad,
automaatsete sihtimisseadmetega
tuumalaengut kandvad,
tõrjerelvadele kättesaamatud raketid.
Noad, odad,
kirved, taprid, saablid,
lingud, tomahawkid, bumerangid,
ammud, nooled, kivid, kaikad,
küuned, hambad, liiv ja sool,
tuhk ja tõrv, napalm ja süsi.
Uus ja kõige kaasaegsem tehnika,
elektroonika viimane sõna,
valmis liikuma igasse punkti,
kõrvalekaldumatult sihti tabama,
peatama, rivist välja lööma,
hävitama,
võitlusvõimetuks tegema,
haavama, teadmata kaotama,
tapma, tapma, raua, terase,
kroomi, titaani, uraani, plutooniumi
ja paljude teiste elementidega.)

New eras. New gods.
And cannons and airplanes
And tanks, and machine guns.
New iron and steel.
Brand-new, intelligent,
Precise powerful killers,
Equipped with automated guiding devices,
Armed with nuclear warheads.
Missiles invulnerable to defensive rocketry.
Knives and spears,
Axes, halberds, sabres,
And slings and tomahawks and boomerangs,
Bows and arrows, rocks and warclubs,
And claws and teeth, sand and salt,
Dust and tar, napalm and coal.
Brand-new and up-to-date technology,
The ultimate word in electronics,
Ready to fly in any direction,
Stay undeflected on its course, hit the target,
Paralyse, and knock of action,
Obliterate,
Disable,
Wound, list missing,
And kill, kill with iron and steel,
With chromium, titanium, uranium, plutonium,
And with multitude of other elements.

Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.

Dona nobis pacem.

Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.

Grant us peace.

Го́ре тому́,
хто буду́є місто в крові,
хто засно́вує го́род на зло́чині! 

Бо́же, Україну храни́! 

Го́ре тим,
що зло добро́м звуть, а добро́ – злом; 
що з пітьми́ ро́блять світло,
а зі світла – пітьму́; 
що гірке́ ро́блять соло́дким,
а соло́дке гірки́м! 

Бо́ же, Україну храни́ ! 

Го́ре то́бі,
спусто́шнику, яко́го не спусто́шено! 
Зра́днику, з яки́ м по-зра́ дницькому не повели́ся! 

Коли́ скінчи́ ш пусто́шити,
то й тебе́ спусто́шать, 
і коли́ вто́мишся зра́джуати,
то й тебе́ зра́джувати бу́дуть. 

Го́споди, поми́луй нас!

Ми на те́бе упова́ємо. 
Будь нам раме́ном щора́нку,
на́шим ряту́нком у час скру́ти! 

Го́споди, поми́луй нас!

Woe to him,
Who builds a town with bloodshed
Who establishes a city by iniquity!

God, save Ukraine!

Woe to those,
Who call evil good and good evil
Who replaces darkness with light
And light with darkness;
Who replace bitter with sweet
And sweet with bitter!

God, save Ukraine!

Woe to you,
Destroyer, you who have not been destroyed!
Traitor, you who have not been betrayed!

When you have finished your work of destroying,
You will be destroyed;
And when you have completed your betrayal,
You will be betrayed.

Lord, be gracious to us.

For we wait for you,
Be our strength every morning,
And rescue us when trouble comes.

Lord, be gracious to us.

Laskub öö ja hingab paati,
Ümber avamere siid,
Lapsuke on sünnist saati
Näinud unenägusid.

Hälli ees on jäänud ema
Oma laulu magama,
Oma aega vananema,
Teda ei saa segada.

Isa seisab kaevu ääres,
Väsimusest rasked käed,
Ainult mõte liigub nii,
Et aega mõtelda ei jää.

Meenub kevad, kõige algus,
Suve lämbe vihmahoog,
Tuleb nagu vana sõber
Läbi tumma ajaloo.

Mõni tund ja tõuseb tuli,
Kirgas hommik tõstab käe,
Kunagine lapsepõli
Ujub üle taeva, näe!

Minu armsa pilgus paistab
Igavene kodutee,
Üle elu, üle aja,
Üle surma sildade.

Night falls and breathes into a boat,
Surrounded by a sea of silk,
A little baby has, since birth,
Been dreaming solemnly.

The mother by the cradle
Has fallen asleep singing,
Aging in time,
She cannot be interrupted.

The father stands by the well,
His hands weary from exhaustion,
Only his thoughts in such a way travel,
That no time is left for thought.

I remember the spring, the beginning,
And the sultry rainfall of summer,
Which arrived like an old friend,
Through the silent history.

Hours pass and there is light,
The bright morning waves her hand,
And look, distant childhood
Drifts away across the sky!

There, in the eyes of the one I love,
is the eternal path home,
Over life, over time,
Over the bridges of death.

Mielen minun tekevi,
aivoni ajattelevi
lähteäni laulamahan,
saa'ani sanalemahan,
sukuvirttä suoltamahan,
lajivirtta laulamahan.
Sanat suussani sulavat,
puhe'et putoelevat,
kielelleni kerkiävät,
hampahilleni hajoovat.

Veli kulta, veikkoseni,
kaunis kasvin kumppalini!
Lahe nyt kanssa laulamahan,
saa kera sanelemahan
yhtehen yhyttyamme,
kahta' alta käytyämme;
harvoin yhtehen yhymme,
saamme toinen toisihimme
nailla raukoilla rajoilla,
poloisilla Pohjan mailla.

Lyökämme käsi kätehen,
sormet sormien lomahan,
lauloaksemme hyvia,
parahia pannaksemme,
kuulla noien kultaisien,
tietà mielitehtoisien,
nuorisossa nousevassa,
kansassa kasuavassa.

(In Finnish)

I have a good mind
take into my head
to start off singing
begin reciting
reeling off a tale of kin
and singing a tale of kind.
The words unfreeze in my mouth
and the phrases are tumbling
upon my tongue they scramble
along my teeth they scatter.

Brother dear, little brother
fair one who grew up with me
start off now singing with me
begin reciting with me
since we have got together
since we have come from two ways!
We seldom get together
and meet each other
on these poor borders
the luckless lands of the North.

Let's strike hand to hand
fingers into finger-gaps
that we may sing some good things
set some of the best things forth
for those darling ones to hear
for those with a mind to know
among the youngsters rising
among the people growing.

Kui ma hakkan laulemaie,
alleaa, alleaa

Laulemaie, laskemaie,
alleaa, alleaa

(In Estonian)

When I start to sing,

To sing, to spin a yarn...