The Ballad of Sína and Alacaí

Song title
"The Ballad of Sína and Alacaí"
Original Upload Date
October 31, 2020
Singer
BIG AL, Kaai Yuki, and AVANNA
Producer(s)
Rosencrantz (music, lyrics, illustration)
Views
300+
Links
YouTube Broadcast
Description "The Ballad of Sína and Alacaí is a folktale from the Town of Two, commonly told through song. These days, you’re most likely to hear the version that’s mostly in common, but with a Doubletongue chorus. Before Thistle was adopted by her current family in Kolas, she lived in the Town of Two, and it definitely wasn't a good time, but it's still her original culture, and it's hard to articulate that, while she wouldn't return for the world, she feels a little empty without some of the traditions she grew up with. At least she can tell the stories to her friends. And that way, she won't forget them."

Lyrics

I call you round the roaring flames
As witching hour’s nigh
So that I might recite the tale
Of Sína and Alacaí
 
Six foot tall stood Alacaí
And Sína only five
But she had spirit leaking out
That made him feel alive
 
Now Sína was the chief priest’s child
Assisting in the shrine
Alacaí, a hunter, had no
Business with her kind
 
Aí cerrálen taí relárais
Aí atsil siomám biul
Ash-Alacaí, na sí lá lán
iamit na? Sína miul!
 
One morn, did Alacaí approach
Sweet Sína, for a word (Chaí sí lecs, n’aí óchlen lía na?)
Then cut himself off mumbling
But what? She never heard
 
And Sína, she was fair perplexed
But let him slink away (O… ganio sorisa, ash-Alacaí…)
For many herbs she had to find
Before the close of day
 
But do you know, dear listener
What lurks out in the woods?
Perhaps those things were people once
Those days are gone for good
 
Aí cerrálen taí relárais
Aí atsil siomám biul
Ash-Alacaí, na sí lá lán
iamit na? Sína miul!
 
The victims of Unbalance, who
Unbalanced, live though dead
They punish those who drag folk down
The same paths they were led
 
But to correct the covetous
In their own greed, engrossed (Oh…she knows it not, but peril’s close)
What must you take away from them?
That which they love the most
 
Dear Sína, should you really be
Out walking on your own?
But, ah, with what he’s done to her
No way she could have known
 
Aí cerrálen taí relárais
Aí atsil siomám biul
Ash-Alacaí, na sí lá lán
iamit na? Sína miul!
 
A silhouette among the trees
Five arms, all on one side
A well-developed sense of smell
Its never-failing guide
 
Hey, Sína, it can sense his feelings
Sína, you’re in danger, Sína
Run, Sína, run from the fate
Handed out to you by a stranger, Sína
RUN
(Líunio, ash-Sína, líunio do na Chulían!
Líunio, ash-Sína, relár cé
Líunio, ash-Sína, líunio do na Chulían!
lamt cuio aréc uis!)
 
The hunter on an evening trip
Near falls upon a corpse
 
The left-side arm has disappeared
He screams out, hard and hoarse
 
He learnt his lesson, Alacaí
Of how Unbalanced men
Can only bring us bitter grief
 
He never loved again
 
Rejoice, o happy folk, for now
The Balance is restored
Regrettably, prosperity
Needs predators to ward
 
Now what was once called Sína hunts
And hates what it must be
“But worse is selfish Alacaí
Who stole my life from me”
 
D’aí Alacaí cémeis iul móf’rán aréc cuis fórí
 
Aí cerrálen taí relárais
Aí atsil siomám biul
Ash-Alacaí, na sí lá lán
iamit na? Sína miul!
 
Aí cerrálen taí relárais
Aí atsil siomám biul
Ash-Alacaí, na sí lá lán
iamit na? Sína miul!