song lyrics translation

[biliros]

Can somebody translate this song into English, please?

Minä poikamiehenä tietenkin
lehti-ilmoitukseen vastasin
Sitä pitkän matkan tehdä saa,
kun on pakko kauas matkustaa
jos mielii itselleen saada rakkaimman.
Ja kunhan vain Turkmenia ensin löytyy kartalta
Mä tähdet kompassina luokses suunnistan

Mun oma Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Uskomattoman kaunis morsian
Niin soma Ljeni, pieni Saraseni
Mun oma Miss Turkmenia

Tiekartalta matkoja mittailin
Ajoreitin viivalla merkitsin:
Viipuri sitten Pietari, Moskova
ja seuraavaksi Voldograd ja sielta
Araljärven kautta Azabadhiin
Ja taas kun vaaramaisemat aavikoksi muuttuvat
maastoauton voi kai vaihtaa kameliin

Mun oma Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Uskomattoman kaunis morsian
Niin soma Ljeni, pieni Saraseni
Mun oma Miss Turkmenia

Väsyneenä voi helposti eksyä
Sitä alkaa jo nähdä näkyjä
kun pitkän matkan tehdä saa,
jo on pakko kauas matkustaa
Kenties turhaan aavikolla harhaillen
Eksyksissä silti uskoen, että tuike tähtien
on vain heijastusta sinun silmien

Mun oma Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Uskomattoman kaunis morsian
Niin soma Ljeni, pieni Saraseni
Mun oma Miss Turkmenia

Niin soma Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Uskomattoman kaunis morsian
Niin soma Ljeni, pieni Saraseni
Mun oma Miss Turkmenia

Niin soma Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Uskomattoman kaunis morsian
Niin soma Ljeni, pieni Saraseni
Mun oma Miss Turkmenia

[Hank W.]

As a bachelor of course,
answered an ad in the paper
it is a long journey ahead
when one has to travel far
if one means to get a beloved one
and when I can find Turmenia on the map
the stars as my compass I shall come to you

My own Ljeni, Ljeni, Ljeni
Unbelievably beautiful bride
so cute Ljeni, small Saracene
My own Miss Turkmenia

On a roadmap I figured the distances
A route I marked with a line
Vyborg, then St.Petersburg, Moscow
next Volgograd and via Aral Sea to Azhabad.
and when the hilly country changes to desert
I can trade the jeep to a camel

*chorus

A tired man can easily get lost
one starts to see mirages
it is a long journey ahead
when one has to travel far
maybe for naught wandering in the desert
lost, though still believeing, thet the twinkle of the stars
is only a reflection of your eyes

*chorus x 3

[otyikondo]

Poor little Ljeni, the sooner she gets out of Turkmenistan and hooks up with Leevi the better. It's not much of a place to live these days, what with Niyazov in charge.


Saparmurat Niyazov, Personality Cult-Hero

[Native]

Poor little Ljeni, the sooner she gets out of Turkmenistan and hooks up with Leevi the better.

I think Ljeni got out in the songs own reality...Too bad that "Leevi", singer/songwriter Gösta Sundqvist died in 2003... He will be truly missed. He had the ability to write very beautiful and, for lack of a better word, innocent lyrics that always brought a smile to my face.

[otyikondo]

Poor little Ljeni, the sooner she gets out of Turkmenistan and hooks up with Leevi the better.

I think Ljeni got out in the songs own reality...Too bad that "Leevi", singer/songwriter Gösta Sundqvist died in 2003... He will be truly missed. He had the ability to write very beautiful and, for lack of a better word, innocent lyrics that always brought a smile to my face.

Amen.

Teuvo, maanteiden kuningas is a minor masterpiece.

[korppu]

Poor little Ljeni, the sooner she gets out of Turkmenistan and hooks up with Leevi the better.

I think Ljeni got out in the songs own reality...Too bad that "Leevi", singer/songwriter Gösta Sundqvist died in 2003... He will be truly missed. He had the ability to write very beautiful and, for lack of a better word, innocent lyrics that always brought a smile to my face.

Amen.

Teuvo, maanteiden kuningas is a minor masterpiece.

These finn classics bring to mind teenage summertime... on the balcony in the city sun, coffee and cigarettes (I never smoke) .

Have to share it with the others:

Leevi And The Leavings - Teuvo, Maanteiden Kuningas


Kotikaupungin katu oli hiekkainen tie
Siinä Anglia katolleen kääntyi
Vielä vinossa liikennemerkkikin lie
Joka ohjausvirheestä vääntyi
Etupenkiltä lasin läpi lennettyäni
Olin pyörinyt piennarta pitkin
Ojan pohjalla hampaita sylkiessäni
Minä oksensin verta ja itkin

Tässä naamassa arpikin kaunistus olisi
Ja hampaat voi uusiksi laittaa
Mut ajokortin ja Anglian kilvet vei poliisi
Se harrastustoimintaa haittaa

Rallikuskiksi pääsystä toiveita elätän
Turha on äitien sankaripoikia neuvoa
Eihän rallia voiteta jos siellä pelätään
Maalissa juhlitaan voittajapoikaamme Teuvoa

Viikonlopuksi autoa etsiessäni
Otin lainaksi naapurin Sierran
Pikatiellä mä rekkaa päin törmätessäni
Kai törmäsin viimeisen kerran

Teuvo, ota meidät kyytiin
Teuvo, sun Angliasi kyytiin

[Hank W.]

Says a lot of teenage drivers...

The home city road was a sandy one,
where the Anglia turned on its roof
I suppose the traffic sign is crooked still
that twisted by a steering error
After flying through the glass from the front seat
I had tumbled on the roadside
In the bottom of the ditch
as I spat out my teeth
I puked blood and cried

In this face a scar would be an enhancement
and teeth can be redone
But my licence and the plates from the Anglia took the police
this is a hindrance to my hobby

I am aspiring to be a rallye driver
Mothers do not advise your heroic sons
you won't win a rallye if you are afraid
after the finish line your hero son Teuvo is celebrated

Looking a car for the weekend
I borrowed the neighbour's Sierra
On the highway colliding with a truck
I think I had my last collision

chorus;
Teuvo, give us a ride oooh
Teuvo, in your Anglia a ride, aaah...

[beluga]

and everybody MUST sing Teuvo in karaoke!