movie "Nipernaadi" 1983
music Anne Maasik, Rändaja Õhtulaul (The Wanderer's Evening Song) written by Ernst Enno (1875-1934)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uORJCOIZ-yg&feature=relatedWords in English (had do translate myself, because couldn't find it online)
I'm walking on an endless gray road,
in middle of hayfields and ripening crop.
I'm walking and walking an endless road,
already as a child mind loved the roads.
Roads are singing late at night,
those roads, how are they as tough as chains.
Those never-ending inviting lines,
I'm walking and wakling the road as hard as a chain.
So long and dusty are all those endless roads,
the living edifices of a wanderer.
Already as a child mind loved the roads,
already as a child to hear your speech,
already as a child mind loved to walk the roads,
and so sing her own song on a gray road,
as if there was no rush in the world.
Late hour is singing now endlesly,
mind yearns for a dustless shore.
Late hour, the road is though as a chain,
keeping me like a bride for himself,
still can not take me there.
I'm walking on an endless gray road,
in middle of hayfileds and ripening crop.
I'm walking and walking an endless road,
as song of the roads the roads singing mind.
And it's all so late in the night,
and it's all so late in the night.
I'm walking an endless gray road...
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Words in Estonian
Ma kõnnin hallil lõpmata teel,
kesk nurmi täis valmivat vilja.
Ma kõnnin ja kõnnin otsata teed
ju lapsena teesid armastas meel.
Teed laulavad õhtul hilja,
need teed, kuis on nad nii kõvad kui keed.
Need otsata kutsuvad jooned,
ma kõnnin ja kõnnin teed kõvad kui keed.
Nii pikad ja tolmused kõik need teed,
need rändaja eluhooned.
Ju lapsena teesid armastas meel,
ju lapsena kuulda te juttu,
ju lapsena kõndida armastas meel,
oma laulu nii laulda hallil teel,
kui polekski ilmas ruttu.
Tund hiline nüüd laulab lõpmata,
meel igatseb tolmuta randa.
Tund hiline, tee on kõva kui kee,
mind hoiab kui mõrsjaks enesele,
ei siiski saa pärale kanda.
Ma kõnnin hallil lõpmata teel,
kesk nurmi täis valmivat vilja.
Ma kõnnin ja kõnnin otsata teed,
kui teede laul tee helisev meel.
Ja kõik on nii õhtul hilja,
ja kõik on nii õhtul hilja.
Ma kõnnin hallil lõpmata teel...