Piruparka
Ruoska
Poor Little Devil
When I was born on a gray morning
A crow cawed in the tree
I never saw my mother
She died in the evening's breath
My father lifted me up
And looked at his little child
You should have had, poor little devil,
To go with your mother
Hunger and misery by my side
I grew up into a young man
Just like my father, I too
Grabbed the handle of the hoe
Then the old man got sick
And he died in pain
Last words, poor little devil,
Don't worry about it
Through the storm and the blizzard
I walk with my head held high
Without a father, without a mother
I lock my sorrows inside
I don't fear the final day
I don't fear death
But with a smile, this poor little devil
Will leave in due time.
