{"id":2393,"date":"2016-02-13T16:11:14","date_gmt":"2016-02-13T14:11:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/yellingrosa.com\/wordpress\/?p=2393"},"modified":"2016-02-13T21:57:13","modified_gmt":"2016-02-13T19:57:13","slug":"i-lull-my-child","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yellingrosa.com\/wordpress\/?p=2393","title":{"rendered":"I Lull My Child"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
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Kannan tunturilla,
Sanat ja s\u00e4vel, Yelling Rosa<\/strong><\/h4>\n<\/td>\n

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I Lull My Child,
Words and Music by Yelling Rosa<\/strong><\/h4>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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1.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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1.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Kannan tunturilla<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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I lull on the mountains<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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pient\u00e4 kaunista lasta.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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My beautiful child to sleep.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Riekko edess\u00e4 mun vaeltaa.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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A willow grouse<\/a> ahead us saunters.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Tuuli hyv\u00e4ilee hiljaa<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The wind cherishes softly<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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suolahein\u00e4\u00e4 k\u00e4dell\u00e4\u00e4n,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The sorrel<\/a> with her long hand,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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p\u00e4iv\u00e4 taa tunturin<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The day behind the peaks<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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piiloutuu.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Of stone hides.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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2.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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2.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Kaiku huutoon vastaa,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The echo sounds the plot <\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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kun mun lullatus hell\u00e4<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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When my affectionate song<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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alkaa aaluvan luonta painaa.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Makes my little precious baby tired.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Pienet keltaiset k\u00e4det,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Tiny tanned hands, jaw and nose,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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rus \u2013 keat silm\u00e4t<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Bottomless look of her eyes<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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pian kai nukahtavat<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Soon will turn into rest<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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syliini.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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In my arms.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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3.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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3.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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T\u00e4m\u00e4n lapsen uni,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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The dream of my young one,<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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iso veike\u00e4 hymy<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Big funny contented smile<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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lailla porotokan aukeaa<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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like a herd of reindeer spreads around<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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ja se k\u00e4teni yhteen<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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And it makes me cross my arms.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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liitt\u00e4\u00e4 ja laulan, nauran<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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I sing and I praise the land<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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valossa kyljell\u00e4\u00e4n<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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In the flat light which crawls <\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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kulkeessa.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Through the air.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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\u00a9 Yelling Rosa Production<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n