Sorrow is my bread And tears I drink as wine Oblivion my happiness Ground under teeth of time
For cold be the stone When frost ve devoured the land Consolation is no gift Of winter`s icy hand
Upon a crust of snow I`ll lay my broken frame What steel and iron won`t take I`ll give in winter`s name No good a sullen sout no use a simple knave No groom for brides of plaited hair This man old and lame
If only I could breathe To see the sun of may but still longer are the nights than days As I wither away
Came the man of crown With sound of war drums beat Said no sword arm`s strong enough Without my two good feet
But not overlooked am I In eyes of the maid I`ll wed I`ll reap the crops of Tuonela My bride`s wealth in death
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