Tina vieri [English translation]

Roll tin, roll Tenka*

Roll money, roll iron

I am rolling even more

I am rolling to foreign lands

Where our birds don't fly

Seldom fly the crows

Where others won't recognise me

I am feeling out the others

Like an old Varpa** I trembled

Like the edge of a leaf I quivered

Like an old Varpa I trembled

Like the edge of a leaf I quivered

If only my mother would know

My greater would guess

Would come from the underworld

Would step down from the heavens

To tuck down her child

I didn't see my mother then

How, I wonder has her coffin been closed

With tin nails it has been stitched

With brass nails it has been lashed

With brass nails it has been lashed

I bowed down to my moon

It once shone brightly

Melt the nails made of tin

Loosen the brass nails

Melt the nails made of tin

Loosen the brass nails

From on top of my late mother

From on top of my late mother

Melt the nails made of tin

Loosen the brass nails

• Artist:Laïs