The performances are more than fun and spirited, they are spinning webs of story songs that transcend the mere language barrier. I want a man to be my match, a man who pleases me. I want him to be handsome, he needs to have the looks to walk beside me. But I can t find a lover, can t be satisfied. I found a bird-cherry twig and a sappy green sprig, but I can t find a lover, can t be satisfied.
Every song is a character, a grand part of the whole.
It seems that practice is making Ilmatar perfect. It is just as gorgeous as it is zestful, a strange and wondrous combination of pitches and falls and now and then. A wordy release of dominating, plucky thunder. All rights reserved.