{"id":5941,"date":"2022-10-04T19:10:46","date_gmt":"2022-10-04T16:10:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yellingrosa.com\/wordpress\/?p=5941"},"modified":"2022-10-04T20:02:09","modified_gmt":"2022-10-04T17:02:09","slug":"my-soul-flies-ojman-livtib-a-classical-composition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yellingrosa.com\/wordpress\/?p=5941","title":{"rendered":"My Soul Flies (Ojman Livtib) is a Classical Composition"},"content":{"rendered":"

My Soul Flies is a classical composition of a poem by Aleksei Arzamazov.<\/a> In his verses, Arzamzov uses an artificial language he developed called Budinos,<\/a> intended to serve as a common language for the Finno-Ugric peoples. The piece was composed by the Estonian composer Mart Siimer.<\/a> The music is interpreted by the singer Iris Oja,<\/a> and Tartu Vanemuine Orchestra<\/a> is led by conductor Lauri Sirp.<\/a> The song tells about the longing to go to the ancestors, to one’s own Ugric home. The tune describes the hope and anxiety of a person when he has been uprooted.<\/p>\n

Listen to the opus: <\/p>\n

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Lyrics of Omjan livtib (My Soul Flies) in Three Languages:<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Budinos<\/td>\nEnglish<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
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Mina upin jos kanto gurales,
\nmina upin jos pesan tulales,
\nkunjin silmat no vetin vorsat,
\nojmam livtib kogo vorsas<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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I’m tired of the evil noise,
\nas tired as coming from the city,
\nI close my eyes, and in my imagination, I see a forest,
\nmy soul flies to the great forest.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Zemo elima veljo em tasa,
\nTekie askelat, uskie sole.
\nLevtid kenerat, paremtib tinat
\nkogo vorsan pua no shonda<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

\n

Only here is real life,
take a step, believe in her,
strength and healing are given by the great forest
trees and sun.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Toan vetat namoie ni kermas,
\nSodie shemat lamo kelandales,
\nKoza no tama, fenno-ugro miesa,
\nVario mit, varjo bertanmit<\/p>\n<\/td>\n

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Grab the spring water,
\nfeel and taste
\nancient language.
\nBirch and oak, Finno-Ugric,
\nwaiting for us, waiting for our return.
Translation into English \u00a9 Yelling Rosa<\/font><\/em><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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Lyrics \u00a9 Aleksei Arzamazov<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

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Mordovian wooden gods on the edge of a village called Similei near Saransk. Photo by Ville Ropponen <\/h3>\n

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