Poems

Veijo Baltzar has written poems since the late 1960s. In the The Seven-String Guitar. Poems 1968-2014 Baltzar's poetry was published for the first time as a book.

Many of Baltzar’s poems have been composed and recorded. Baltzar’s lyrics have been comped by Toni Edelmann, Jere Laukkanen, Kiureli Sammallahti and Mikko Karhula, and recorded by Veera Telenius, Pauliina Pohjanheimo and Rumba-Tre.

Dock D 2013

Oh, The Tears I've Shed

Grief in my mind,
sorrow deep in my heart,
my wounds torn open.

Oh, the tears I've shed,
over the evil of this world,
lying on cold stone oven benches.

The children of the sun are weeping,
on the wagons of the East,
across the Asian mountains,
all I asked was to love.

Today I bought locks of black hair,
silks are sold in a Persian market.

My people sing of a filly with golden hooves.
Tears flood my soul, into my mother's pale stream.

You laughed with me,
and shared your few coins,
you bought a play,
and musicians, too.

In a mourning procession,
women in black veils walked past,
hands asking for alms,
begging for freedom,
and three times they did it.

Oh, the tears I've shed,
lying on cold stone oven benches,
oh the tears I've shed.

The Red Garden

Still I want to recall,
still I want to drown inthe garden of your hair.

Like silently falling waters,
like a scarlet river streaming,
a red garden.

You've tied ribbons in your locks,
strings and tufts in your tresses,
>in the garden of your hair.

Still I want to remember,
still I yearn to touch,
your black curls,
the scarlet garden.

But life flowed away,
in hues red as blood,
down the flower garden of your curls.



In me 2013

The Vagabond's Road

Where this road will lead me,
I do not know,
oh, how I long for a human soul.

From you I go to the land of sorrowsleaving all my loved ones behind.

The vagabond's road is rough,
a path narrow and long.

With yearning I look at you,
and that is why you won't let me go,
but when you leave,
do not grieve,
the traveller leaves,
and those who stay will stay.

From you I go to the land of sorrows leaving all my loved ones behind.

So do not deny the vagabond his path,
let the traveller rest,
so do not trick me,
take care of the hungry!

The wanderer's road is rough,
a path narrow and long.


The Gipsy's Dream

I journey through the time of dreams,
play on, my boys, play on,
sing, women, sing.

Yesterday my soul was still a young dream,
today my mind churns like the sea,
And joy ran away with my brothers
on the roads of yearning.

I journey through the time of dreams,
play on, my boys, play on,
sing, women, sing.

Yesterday I sang like a gypsy from my heart,
today my voice is as rough as rusted iron,
carried by the storms,
my sisters grew tired in the night.

I journey through the time of dreams,
play on, my boys, play on,
sing, women, sing.

Yesterday I danced with a young bride's heart,
today my soul is sour like wine,
into the darkness of night
the caravans have gone.