Veljo Tormis Raua Needmine/Curse Upon Iron - Collegium Musicale
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- Veljo Tormis "Raua needmine" (1972/1991)
Sõnad "Kalevala" järgi August Annist, seadnud ja täiendanud Paul-Eerik Rummo ja Jaan Kaplinski.
Kammerkoor Collegium Musicale
Solistid Oliver Povel-Puusepp ja Allan Vurma
Dirigent Endrik Üksvärav
Helirežissöör: Tanel Klesment (Audio Maja)
Video: Indrek Kasesalu
Idee autor ja produtsent: Kristel Peikel
Video valmis Hiiumaal, Kõrgessaares Veljo Tormise 90. sünniaastapäevaks
(August 2020)
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Veljo Tormis "Curse Upon Iron" (1972/1991)
Words after the Finnish national epic "Kalevala" by August Annist, adapted and augmented by Paul-Eerik Rummo and Jaan Kaplinski.
Chamber Choir Collegium Musicale (Estonia)
Soloists: Oliver Povel-Puusepp and Allan Vurma
Conductor Endrik Üksvärav
Sound engineer: Tanel Klesment (Audio Maja)
Video: Indrek Kasesalu
Video has been made on Island Hiiumaa in Estonia to celebrate the 90th anniversary of Veljo Tormis (August 2020).
Additional information:
www.collegiummusicale.ee
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I didn't understand a word, but it is an amazing an captivating performance!!!! BRAVO!
J'ai découvert Veljo Tormis quand j'étais adolescent. Il m'a toujours fasciné!
Väga hea versioon. Mulle väga meeldis!
SAMA
I love the mix between singing and speaking in Tormis' works.
See on nii lahe versioon, mitu ringi juba kuulanud - lihtsalt lummav!
Impressive, as always❤❤❤❤
Ohoy, villain! Wretched iron!
Wretched iron! Cursed bog ore!
You flesh-eater, gnawer of bones,
You spiller of innocent blood!
Scoundrel, how did you get power?
Tell how you became so haughty!
Damn you, bastard! Wretched iron!
I know your birth, you purblind fool,
I know well your source, you villain!
Once there walked three nature spirits,
three fiery daughters of the sky.
They milked their swelling breasts to earth,
they squeezed their milk onto the fens.
From the first maid spurted black iron,
this turned into soft wrought iron.
White milk squirted the second maid,
this was the source of tempered steel.
The third maid spouted blood-red milk,
this gave birth to bog iron ore.
Ohoy, villain! Wretched iron!
Wretched iron! Cursed bog ore!
Then you were not high and mighty,
not yet mighty, not yet haughty,
when you sloshed in swamps and marshes,
when in bogholes you were trampled.
Damn you, bastard! Wretched iron!
I know your birth, you purblind fool!
I know well your source, you villain!
A wolf then ran across the fen,
a shambling bear walked in the moor.
And the swamp stirred in the wolf tracks,
under the bear's paws moved the moor.
And there sprouted iron seedlings
in the traces of the wolf’s claws,
in the hollows of the bear tracks.
Ohoy, iron! Child of boghole!
Swamp's red rust and gentle smooth milk!
Tell me, who made you so baleful!
Who decreed your works of evil?
Death was riding through the marshes,
plague was on a winter journey.
Seedling steel it found in swampland,
rusty iron in a boghole.
The great death then began to talk,
the killer plague then spoke and said:
In a pine grove on a hillside,
in a field behind the village,
far beyond the farmers' granges,
right here will be the forge of death.
Here I'll build the forge's furnace,
here I'll place the widest bellows,
here I'll start to boil the iron,
fan and blast the rust-red bog ore,
hammer anger into iron.
Iron, poor man, shivered, trembled,
shivered, trembled, shuddered, quavered,
when he heard the call for fire,
heard the plea for flaming anger.
Ohoy, villain! Wretched iron!
Then you were not high and mighty,
not yet mighty, not yet haughty,
moaning in the white-hot furnace,
whining under beating hammers.
Droned the old man on the oven,
groaned the greybeard from the furnace:
Iron stretches, spreads like blubber,
Trickles, flows like dripping spittle,
oozing from the blazing furnace,
flowing from the scorching fire.
Iron, you're still soft and gentle.
How have you yet to be tempered
to make steel from harmless iron?
Get the spittle from an adder!
Bring the venom from a viper!
For iron wouldn't harbor evil
without spittle from a serpent,
without venom from a black snake.
Droned the old man on the oven,
groaned the greybeard from the furnace:
Shelter us, supreme Creator!
Keep us safe now, God Almighty!
So that mankind would not perish,
mother's child vanish without trace
from the face of the earth, from life,
from existence, God's creation.
New eras. New gods and heroes.
And cannons and airplanes
and tanks, and guns.
New steel and iron.
Brand-new, intelligent,
precise, powerful killers,
equipped with automated guiding devices,
armed with nuclear warheads.
Missiles invulnerable to defensive rocketry.
Knives and spears,
axes, halberds, sabers,
and slings and tomahawks and boomerangs,
bows and arrows, rocks and warclubs,
and claws and teeth, sand and salt,
dust and tar, napalm and coal.
Brand-new and up-to-date technology,
the ultimate word in electronics,
ready to fly in any direction,
stay undeflected on its course, hit the target,
paralyze, and knock out of action, obliterate,
render helpless and defenseless,
harm and hurt, cause unknowable loss,
and kill, kill with iron and with steel,
with chromium, titanium, uranium, plutonium,
and with a multitude of other elements.
Ohoy, villain! Evil iron!
Blade of the sword, mother of war!
Boghole ore's the golden guardian,
but you, steel, are kin to evil!
Damn you, bastard! Wretched iron!
We are kinsmen, of the same breed,
of the same seed we have sprouted.
You are earth-born, I am earth-born,
in the black soil we are brethren.
For we both live on the same earth
and in that earth we two will merge.
There will be land enough for both.
-Translation: Eero Vihman
Wow, this is excellent! Bravo!
Täname! Super esitus.
Absolutely Mindblowing!
Perfektne
Это шедевр, Браво!
Parim esitus !
Bravo! J'adore! De quoi parle le texte? what is the text about?
Afaik (not an estonian speaker unfortunatly) it's about the role of iron and steel and other metals (with reference to the finnish kalevala). Its how at first it was useless and animals walked about it, but later more and more deadly weapons were forged from it (from swords to tanks and rockets) leading to nuclear annhilation. at the end they some to peace with each other as brothers and not as enemies
Me and my 8 year old friends trying to summon the Devil
8:49 😱
I know!!!!
the original is the best
I like both
What the actual hell!?
This if fucking great!