One very old nation,
whose wizdom is as old as soil,
greets us from beneath times
and sayd, we are new,
and sayd, we are alive,
our days are before us.
And after hearing this happiness,
we wept our eyes wet.
Üks väga vana rahvas,
kel muldne tarkus suus,
meid teretades aegade tagant
ja ütles me oleme uus,
ja ütles, me olla elus,
me päevad veel olla ees.
Ning seda õnne kuuldes
meil silmad olid vees.
Estonian poem that I found and translated it.
Up - to English translated by me.
Below - Original Estonian poem.
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Anchient Nation - Vana Rahvas
Posted on 09/03/2009 12:18
