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Sügismõtted ('Autumn Thoughts')

Sügismõtted ('Autumn Thoughts')

Kaugelt, kaugelt kuulen laulu, kes küll laulab sääl?
Kostab nagu surmalugu, kaebeline hääl.
Oja kaldal koltund rohi, lehed langenud,
Suvist unenägu meelde tuletavad nad...
Vähe õnne! Vähe vilja!
Ojakene, sa sõua, aga kaebehääli ei või tabada.
Kus üks süda heljus õnnes, loodus lilledes,
Sinna surma käsi tasa juba ligines.
Ja kus esimene kolle langes laintesse,
Säält kõik elu hirmu tujul tõttand minema.
Sõua, jõua läbi oru, voola, ojake...
Homme viibid külma kütkes, uinud unesse.

Sügismõtted ('Autumn Thoughts')

From far, far away, I hear a song, who is singing there?
It sounds like a death song, the plaintive voice.
Sallow grass by the stream, the leaves have fallen,
Remembering a dream of summer...
Not enough luck! Not enough crops!
Little stream, you babble, but plaintive voices you cannot grasp
Where one heart floated in happiness, in nature’s flowers,
There death’s hand silently approached.
And where the first source fell into the waves,
From thence all life fled away in a mood of fear.
Babble, reach through the valley, flow, little stream...
Tomorrow you will spend in the arms of cold, will slumber into sleep.

Composer

Mart Saar was an Estonian composer, organist and collector of folk songs.


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A bookseller and music teacher whose literary gifts were admired and promoted by Liliencron. 


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