Väinämöinen, brother of Krim

Finnish representation of Krim Jacob?
Finnish representation of Krim Jacob?

Vaka vanha Väinämöinen,  peer to Klever Krimälainen?

Moomin? How did you feel? ‘Twas a land of dismal cold, of a long winter night, of deep, deep Krim.

Who art thou, Klever Krimälainen? Of beasts, of hidden kowledge, of foul Ratty Ruotsi…

Majahi, na Majahi! Majahi ha-mare Livare!

And he did see that old spirit above shallow billows; that Krim, that Ghost… Strike thy bone-harp, bearded fellow, sing to all Northland, sing songs for all to hear: The Krim-song of Krimean saga!

The Unallocated

The Unallocated suffered severely under the iron hand of Jerna Nerich. While she swelled from fatty almond feasts, the poor thralls at the bottom of the feudal ladder had no sustenance but moss and moldy crumbs.

Lakes of Targu Mures

The matriarch took her biannual baths in the many ponds and lakes in our Mures Valley. In azure gown she would wallow like the Hippopotamus Amphibius of sub-Saharan Africii. Woe be to him of The Unallocated that was set on toweling duties.

Oh, what will thy next project be, Unallocated One? Releas’d from agony perhaps only in death.

Wise we would be never to forget The Unallocated, the unprofitable. From their caste would rise, in time, that great Red Rebel!

Where I see a tall mast in the woods…

sword?

Nerich proposed the death of my father
Firefighters and prayer against the enemy;
My spirit is pleased,
My arm is strong

I like the first of many storms
This is a charming valley, you fence me in
Exciting places to see
Spring Valley, shine in my mind

Ground and the celebratory mood
Beautiful nature of culture and 13
I saw the wagonwheel could barely walk
Now, I flew from the water.

He then congratulated his country
His sword is the vagina.
Blow! Therefore, they sing, I sing,
A coward, who has the sword.

Fire and sword, never come into contact;
It seems that everything must grow fierce!
Who really believe in birth?
When the bees are seven; permanent gene

Crimean poem translated on behalf of the Targu Mures Historical Society by Douglas Rogers

Krim Fundamentals – A selection depressed and depressing

Depressed and without hope he wandered the great woods. No man can know his feelings in dark times. Expelled from his lands he took a new name and retrieved a new mission. He would forever be remembered by the colour of his cloak and the substance of his heart.

The woods are deep and his soul is black…

As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.