A Nap és a Szél háza [English translation]

Once a poor woman had seven sons

She went to day labour work day after day

One day all she earned there

Was a single mug of sour milk

She inculcated in her seven sons

That all the food they had that day was that modicum of milk

So it couldn’t be touched

Before it was mixed with flour to make it more plentiful

She came home in the evening and there wasn’t a single drop of milk left

In anger, she said to her sons

„Now that you consumed all the milk,

Turn into seven ravens, all seven of you”

But then she was grieving, how could she

Curse her sweet blood so cruelly

The seven ravens had flown away never to come back

So she was left with no children anymore

When she looked at the Sun she couldn’t see her seven pretty sons

When she looked at the Moon the Wind would weep over her sorrow

Her soul won’t find silence, nor will crying console her

The seven ravens won’t come back from the skies

When she looked at the Sun she couldn’t see her seven pretty sons

When she looked at the Moon the Wind would weep over her sorrow

Her soul won’t find silence, neither will crying console her

The seven ravens won’t come back from the skies

Boulders, rocks, so speak now!

Trees, stars, don’t be silent either!

Find my blood, my seven pretty raven-sons!

You cannot see your seven pretty sons anymore

You cannot know where they are going

If they had a brother, a bird, a titmouse, he might help

At last her *táltos son set off

To find trace of his brothers

He went to the house of the Sun, then to the house of the Wind

Finally the Wind told him what he should do:

Their bodies are being ground by the mill, but they don’t die

Drip your blood into their meal

That will break the curse of the seven sons

You’ll be together with them forever

Eight stars will shine on brightly up in the sky

They might shine there till the end of the world

Woman, if the summer night comes

You’ll see, looking up, your eight sons there together

The Pleiades will shine on brightly up in the sky

They may keep shining until the end of the world

Nothing can disperse them anymore

Their light will forever shine all over the summer night

The Pleiades will shine on brightly up in the sky

They may keep shining until the end of the world

Nothing can divide them anymore

Their light will forever shine all over the summer night

• Artist:Dalriada
• Album:Szelek