
DAEDIM ATI’DA RIGS A’SNAA from the Estonian
Dis graet mukkil
pör-lyghtit snaa-rigs
Foo ill-at-haem hieir
ir toghts
A’toon-trams an
merkits.
A'mie mynd's-ie I spy
da offies gaffir
Prunkt-up pierie
Komrit
He lents da gaet t'da
farawa hill
Quhar da brae is a
koos a'birks.
Da snaa's krumpin
undirfit as he gjings,
Wie'is öswil stramp, kerrjin ati'is ryghthaand a kaes
wie gryshkjien ieniesjils, dossieirs, dieds,
riepawrts.
He's kled wie a kot
a'sum man-med kloot.
He wins ta da hill.
He's waantin ta win
in d’doar.
Da doar døsna oppin.
His erm is in snaa t’da elbik.
He kaersna ava.
He kieks at da klokk.
Hit's a mienit eftir
nyn.
He skritts his pow.
'Quhitwy's d'offies no oppin?"
Quhar ir aa mie fokk?
Mie sekrities, arkyvists,
heds
a'diepaertmints.
At twintie-fyv paast,
Komrit Nit'ill lyght hieir fae
hed-offies
ati’Moskoo.
Dir kanna bie, dir
manna bie,
An erm up t’da elbik
in snaa.
D'ir da Leklaand rivir, da Rivir a'da Pyk,
Da
Diel's Aein Lek, Da Deil's Aein Kem.
Daer’s da Aald Trookir himsel, hookerit atill da
hill.
Fae a distiens a
raa-kaald sun glowirs.
Siroolien hievins.
Quoptammy
quoptammy, dat vaams daeth.
D’gaffir fae da
offies is gien wie a poof. Vaniesht!
Dan a cheneril
ippieirs a’da snaa-rig.
A
stoot aaldføl in’is dressjoonieform, strips doon his brieks.
He tinks he's gjaain
apo manoovirs.
Oh dae staand dattin
boannie a’dir raanks,
Choost as dae sood.
Da target kums kloss,
Ah, noo hit's athin
rekk, da keptin gies a sogh.
Soachirs roar zdravijah gelayam
Tovaritshtsh
general.
Bit nae signil’s
gien. Naebdie roars bakk
‘Quhit ir dae waetin
fir? Dae mann bie puniesht!
Lof an waatir fir da
slakkir.
Impiedins!"
Na, na, na, na, na,
naethin laek dat.
D'ir a graet hol
a'naethin, d'ir snaa-rigs.
Sun kjussis snaa apo
da hirysin.
Snaa kjussis da
cheneril.
A mukkil frostie wyf
kjussis da stoot aald cheneril.
Da graet frostie wyf
shaepshifts ta'a ooieblaankit an
rows him up
Laevin choost his
puggie poakin oot.
An sies du, oot fae
ati’da hill staags a drooth,
Nae buddir ava.
Na,
no fae atill da hill sae mukkil as fae inanundir'it.
Kaas
dae wir bøn a pub sumwy i’da sellir.
An he hed t'klym up
da staer. Did he no?
Onywy, he's oot noo,
Snøtin frisk raa aeir
wie glie.
Hit's blakk-mirk.
Quhitwy
ir dae no glødin jalloo waarm
Quhiskie-lyght
apo da snaa?
Is dis sum føl
blakkoot
Ir mebbie dan da
powirstaesjin iksplodit?
Naethin fae da
lyghts, no a glindir,
Naethin fae da naeroo
Gothiek windoos
Naethin
dae da brod gless a'da hy-rys flaats.
Quhar ir aa da
hoosis? Quhar ir aa da striets?
Da sietie mosta bøn
flaejied fae da bar
Laek piel aff a’a
oriench.
Quha støl da sietie?
Quhar gød he wie'it?
Agh wiel, we hae da
bar at laest.
Bettir we sood hae
dat as naethin.
I im sorrie fir jun
dug aa da sam, shö haes flies
Bit shö’s a fyn
kraetir fir aa dat.
Aghwiel, bakk t’da
bar.
An aff he gjings
Wins t’quhit he tinks
is da wy-in
Gjings
ta jokk da haandil, bit dan ...
He staags aboot,
faas, hunkirs ati’da snaa
An harks as da
doghtir a'da foarist diel
Taels a faerie-tael.
Iens apo a tym an aald
man, Da Pael-Portir,
Huntit fokk, aetin
onieien he kaatcht.
Bit sum fokk wir
kannie an med a hol
Ati’da ys apo da
rivir, hoijdit’it wie snaa.
Dae set dimsels as baet an staartit t'krie oot fir da man.
‘Ay ay, sie hieir, Pael-Portir!’
Da aald man faas fir
da ploy,
Faas trow da ys an
droonds’im.
Naethin is left bit
da klenkin a'da paels.
Choost
quhit is snaa?
Hit's
friedim.
Hit's
swaart, quhyt, lyght, swiein, saaft,
Baest-laek,
blyd, friedim.
Hit's
daeth,
A
mixtir-maxtir a'friedim an daeth.
Hit's
hert an hit's da waant a'hert.
(Friedim
haes a red ie. Daeth haes a
bloo
staamik. Foo mukkil laangir'll
quhyt
kael-buttirflies sing ati’da kirk?)
Ae
bloo windoo gies me nae soalis.
Da
møn vimmirs atwien kloods laek a drookilt kat.
I
im ati'dis room. I im med a'gowd an baekin soada.
Taablits
faa fae mie ien.
Hit's
daedim, hit's daedim.
Hit's
daedim med a'tikk bloo kloot.