All language subtitles for Kukerpillide.Rapsoodia.2022

Wait, but we did it like this?
Did it sound right?

film by RAIMO J�ERAND

Okay.

ESTONIAN RHAPSODY

The man chopped wood
and the woman did the laundry.

The child was in diapers,
babbling softly.

So many springs, so many people

disappear in time,
by the way, just like that.

TOOMAS K�RVITS
furniture designer

RAIVO MALSROOS
purchasing manager

So many springs, so many people
disappear in time,

HEIKI VAHAR
violinist

by the way, just like that...

IKE VOLKOV
architect

ARNE HAASMA
conductor

And I wonder why we suddenly

have to sing
and write poetry about them.

I had this idea already a while ago.

TAUNO AINTS
composer

I don't know how you feel
about this song,

it's written like this now,
but this is...

This phrase here:

"and danced in Aakre and danced in Are
and danced under the oak trees".

If you sing it together,
it's like a chorus in the middle.

We have to try it.

This also together?

Or "a drunkard sings
under the table" alone?

No, but this could be too�

Because this last one, it's ritenuto...

We repeat this three times.

...without a melody.

Maybe the last time you sing alone.

Maybe the last four bars.

"And sang under the table"
and then you alone.

"And sang under the table..."

This is getting so sad.
- No, it's life.

This is life.
- It's not sad!

I have danced in the house

and danced under the oak trees.

And danced in Aakre and danced in Are

and danced under the oak trees.

And I've sometimes been like a thief

and danced in the sauna and shack.

And who knows where under the stars.

And who knows where under the stars.

I have danced in the house

and danced under the oak trees.

And danced in Aakre and danced in Are

and danced under the oak trees.

Yes, if that last verse all together.

Then we'll sing it together.

It was pretty good,
this way everyone sums it up.

This is very nice.

It's getting there. One song is ready.

Is this the first of your project
that you talked about?

Yes, you're the first, a sprinter.

You know, it probably began
when I read that text by Runnel,

it kind of started to�
- To speak.

To sound and speak to me
and then I thought if you would sing it.

I say it's a good song

and Arne sang it very well.

In a kind of thoughtful way.

I think it should be sung
in a thoughtful way.

And we better not shout along there,
as was the idea,

but rather let's think along,
everyone thinks along.

KUKERPILLID ANNIVERSARY CONCERT
rehearsal, April 1, 2022

At first, we weren't even sure
what was going to happen,

to order such songs.

Toomas is the most important to me.

He is the Kukerpill, right?

Tom said we can try.

I said that's not good at all.

If we do it, we must do it properly,

because then the promises
have already been made.

And when Tom nodded,
we began to work more seriously.

Mr. Ike?

Listening.

Kukerpillid is a part of my life.

As my hand is a part of my organism,
Kukerpillid is a part of my life.

Of course, we're also used to it,
after all, 50 years.

I used to play bass guitar in a pub.

We had to sing everything there,

folks songs and silly songs
and all kinds of songs.

I can't remember anything now.

And now 16 audio works
will be premiered at the same time.

This has never happened before
in the world.

In fact, you could talk to Valkonen,
he has very beautiful songs.

Yeah, I heard two new songs
from Valkonen on the radio.

Do you know him?

Everyone knows us,
we'll start from there.

So, let's get started.

Hello.

Hello, Tiit!

I played a little different harmony
there in the beginning.

It starts from D major
and then comes A major.

But A major I would take 47,
7 with sus.

ANDRES VALKONEN
composer

It's much more interesting this way,
somehow it enriches the harmony.

Tom, you know this?

I don't know such a major,
first time I heard it.

But it went well right away.

Of course, when there are important
performances, Tiit is always there.

And of course he's also
more musical than me.

TIIT K�RVITS
architect

I used to be able to read music,
but now it's not so good.

I feel the music,

I know how it should sound
but I can't explain it.

I play three instruments at once.

I have a drum and a guitar

and I'm practically a rhythm group.

I'll make a pause here
or hit the cymbals there.

I know how it should look and sound.

There are two solo instruments -
violin and accordion.

So I only have to watch the bass.

We're using a fragment here that was
actually the beginning of the chorus.

Yes, it could work!

It seemed to stop now,
that nothing was happening.

I would like this song
to grow all the time.

Just like with this chorus,
let's go a little thinner, shall we?

And with each stage we add
a little something stronger.

Wait, how many flats there are?
None!

PEETER V�HI
composer

I didn't write any accidentals at all.

Here at the beginning is A major,

but I didn't use any accidentals.

Because the key changes so often.

I guess it's easier this way.
- Very good!

The majors are marked,
that's the most important thing.

Maybe we'll listen once
and then I'll comment.

This is prelude.
- Yes.

Heiki comes in here with a violin.

I imagine Toomas could sing it.

And background...

Hello, my gaffer, hello, my warden...

ESTONIAN LITERARY MUSEUM
Estonian Folklore Archives

It's such a melody.

V�nnu, Lake Peipus.

It starts here...

LAURI �UNAPUU
folklorist

Peeter V�hi made us a song
based on this folk song.

He made such a symphonic piece,
what we have to play now.

But it would be interesting
to hear the original.

"One hundred grams of bread" is here.

One hundred grams of bread,
pea wash water...

Do you know this song?
- Yes, I do.

But one hundred strokes with a cane?

Here I have thought of such an effect
for the violin.

I think Heiki should be
familiar with it.

One, two, three, four...

This is A.
- It's si.

Wait, let's do it again.

I have si.

I could have it too,

I don't know about others,
but I'll put a B here.

Yes, there is F sharp and C,

but there are sol and si.

Look, classified material.

Here it ends with a hundred.

One hundred strokes with a cane.

Strokes?

When I was tiny,
I went to work.

It's the same melody, right?

I went to the threshing floor,
and greeted the gaffer.

Hello, my gaffer, hello, my warden,
I overslept a bit.

The famous singer Anna Lindpere,
recorded in August 1938.

Recorded by August Pulst.

Pizzicato.

Wait, let's do it again from there.
Let's take another 90.

90, four bars from there and then...

And now, everyone does a solo here,
two-bar only.

...a hundred strokes were counted.

It turned out too well.

By the way,
we don't have any songs in minor.

Really?
- Yes.

Wait, "I want to fly" by Raadik,
it's in minor, but...

Meanwhile, it's in a major,
but overall the song is in minor.

In general, we have roles divided.

Bass, of course, they form
such a foundation with Toomas.

And then we are the ones

who divide between ourselves,
who plays what and where.

After all, music is melody,
harmony, rhythm and nuances.

But my instrument is the accordion,

it already says that
the main emphasis is on harmony.

ERKI P�RNOJA
composer

I joined the Kukerpillid
from a folk orchestra,

where I played for 15 years.

Once I asked folk music
researcher Uudo Kolk in Tartu

how he feels about the Kukerpillid,
or what he thinks.

He said that's what folk music is,

that we pick up old songs
from the archives,

we give them a new life
and give back to the people.

If you've been immersed
in the old culture long enough

you start subconsciously choose songs
that you think are awesome.

But they're not awesome
because you think they are,

but they are universally awesome.

We had more dance music,

because we played a lot for dancing.

It was a conscious choice,
we didn't touch the runic songs.

We had more recent folk song.
- And sailor songs.

And let's say 150 years.

We didn't go any further.
Then we would have drowned.

There are over a million songs
in this museum.

We don't have chorus songs right now.

The chorus is really what makes a song.

Not always.
- But still...

What about all of Pink Floyd's work?
There is no chorus.

But we are a chorus band.

No, we're not.
- Yes, we are.

"The sea is, the sea will be",
"Rose, Rose" - it's all about the chorus.

So we are both.

Take "The Fugitive",
how's that a chorus song?

Or "Winter Light", or "Writing poetry
through the night"? They're not.

C major, it's like the first step,
let's say.

F major is the fourth
and G major - sol - is the fifth.

And if you only use these,
they say it's a three-chord-song.

But if minor chords are added,
that's harmony.

Another thing is the rhythm,
which is very important next to harmony.

Some songs are like a waltz...

But if you want to make it flow,
then you slow down a bit and...

One, two, three...

and it no longer seems
like a simple waltz, so to speak.

And if the words are nice,
then it works.

In our practice, it is...

It bothered me that why learn solfeggio?

For example, what did your
conservatory education give you?

You did well in solfeggio,
played the violin with Gerretz.

Actually, it gave a lot.

You know how to set the harmony and...

Do violinists have harmony lessons too?

Of course, we had very tough solfeggio
and harmony lessons.

It gave a lot that you're able to...

especially the harmony, right?

But I guess you somehow missed it?

It could be very useful for our team.

By the way, I graduated with honors.

Through the tradition of accordion
playing, we came to Cajun music.

A relative of mine sent me
a Cajun textbook and a LP.

Arne, our accordion player,
refused to play wrong at first,

because that's not
how you should play.

But actually what I like about it is

that Cajun music is actually
the French emigrants' memory

of former jigs and reels,
of that French culture

that has transformed there
in the swamps of New Orleans.

It's a memory of those songs

that they now play
on their Cajun accordions.

Every music actually enriches you
and you learn something new.

It's the same with us, the intersection
of cultures and peoples and languages.

And new musical styles are born.

I am absolutely sure that
when Estonians went somewhere,

they influenced the local people
and their songs in the same way.

Absolutely.

Don't pray to the sun,
don't worship the moon.

Pray to a star in the sky
and worship it.

May a star shine above your Seto land,

may it shine brightly
above the less worthy.

Don't pray to landlord,
don't worship the army.

A star in the sky has a farm,
and you can worship it.

May a star shine above your Seto land,

may it shine brightly
above the less worthy.

Don't pray to landlord,
don't worship the army.

A star in the sky has a farm,
and you can worship it.

May a star shine above your Seto land,

may it shine brightly
above the less worthy...

You didn't go on an excursion?

No.

It is the oldest preserved
sacral building in V�rumaa.

The only three-aisled basilica
in Estonia among country churches.

It was Antsen parish, not Urvaste.
Named after Vana-Antsla manor.

Pastor Kvant, who was called Vant.

Vant said that Estonians know nothing
about the church and Christianity

except that they are baptized.

They don't know anything else.
Some have to go to church sometimes.

There was a famous pastor here,
Johannes Gutslaff,

who translated the Bible.

Now children are taught that the Bible
was translated into Estonian in 1739.

The first one in Estonian was translated
by J�ri pastor Thor Helle.

Yes, but this is in
the Southern Estonian dialect.

It is even claimed that if Gutslaff's
translation had been accepted,

then the whole of Estonia would have
spoken the V�ro dialect by now.

A boy disappeared into the city
before the night and never came back.

I guess the the city swallowed him,
nothing special about it.

A slingshot and a dog were left behind
and a tiny mossy house.

And a ship made of tree bark
was left in the pond,

and that was the problem.

The well with the tired winch
was also left behind,

and a half-ruined forge.

And adventure stories,
who reads them anymore,

and the bow
and the trails of wild animals.

Who still sings in the forest
in the evenings,

who would rob the crow's nest,

who would boldly fly the kites,
who would rejoice over spring water.

Perhaps in the sea of city towers,
this boy will find his happiness,

he would find a wife and get married,

live in an apartment
with central heating.

A boy disappeared into the city
before the night and never came back.

I guess the the city swallowed him,
nothing special about it.

In the meantime, there have been
all kinds of plagues, 1700 and...

These church walls have seen such times
and people have survived them all.

I think this corona
will also be survived.

This plague is already
retreating with fear.

But look,
now vaccines are being invented.

There was no such wisdom at that time.

Yes, then it took as much as it could
and at one point it ended.

Crazy times�

And then it begins:
the crazy times are over...

But it should be even slower.

And only the accordion accompanies.

The feeling could be like
Arvo P�rt's Ukuaru Waltz...

Rather a slow waltz then.

No. We don't need a waltz.

No, I just mean that...
- Six eighths.

Don't do waltz.
It's on the first stroke.

I'm a conductor, I have to.

If you do it as a waltz,
then it's...

"Villages and taverns" has also become
a waltz, it's not really a waltz.

Let's try to do it very slowly.

Let's pick a pace and try...

Recording of the album
ACADEMY

Crazy times are over,
worse days are yet to come.

But yesterday a strange man
came to our house.

Stop.

In the current version,
the hit rate was already much higher.

So, if I could have one more beginning,

this song would be done.

Let's start from the beginning.

Crazy times, crazy times...

Crazy times are over,
worse days are yet to come.

But yesterday a strange man
came to our house.

The man was wearing a cloak of worry
and a hat of sorrow.

Wasn't a cheat or a robber,
but was not a lord either.

Said everything will pass,
this too will probably pass.

Left his coat on the chair
and then went his way.

Left his cloak on the chair
and then went his way.

And then went his way.

Crazy times are over, crazy times...

Chanterelle.

I read on the Internet that

there is nothing more harmful
and unhealthy than chanterelle.

I also read that it has nothing.

But it's still good.

No, it's not that good either.

It has no taste.

You have to make it taste good!

It is the additives that give the taste.

For example, onions are very good.
I like fried onions.

I like it too,

but the chanterelle sometimes spoils
the good taste of the onion.

Arne?
- No, I'm having an alcohol-free week.

Oh, a week?

Damn, that's too much!

Alcohol-free hour, I'd say,
is already a serious matter.

To Janson's health, what else.

I mean, this is the last party here.

Why is it the last one?

This event is no longer held here.

Don't bother anymore?
- Oh, that's why.

Well, cheers!
- Cheers.

Let's remember the last one.

We went to play for Kolga-Jaani hunters,
there was Laua vodka on the table.

My friend, guitarist Sulev Salm,
said that he had noticed that

if there is Laua vodka on the table,
then at some point someone says,

that this Laua vodka
is actually quite okay.

He had just finished his sentence
when one of the hunters said:

"Actually,
this Laua vodka is quite okay."

Have you organized this concert
every year?

But not last year?
- It was canceled, yes.

But we did a backyard concert.

A huge amount of work,
starting from the fence and...

Right now,
only three families do it together.

Us, our neighbors and the Laeva farm
where we are now.

The men started here last night

putting up fences
and carrying hay bales.

It's a small family operation,
not like an actual business.

It's almost 50, let's make it...

Is Virve here too?

She should arrive now,
she was brought by boat at six o'clock.

It doesn't matter where you are,
people are still the same.

Whether you are on land or at sea.

But the maidens like it very much,
it's what their heart desires,

every night when they go to bed,
they always dream about boys.

Hurray and cheer up,
don't be sad, don't worry too much.

Hurray and cheer up,
life is fleeting and the tail is short.

Thank you.

I have also seen some things.
The sun visited me and...

Oh?
- Yes, that's right.

KIHNU VIRVE
folk singer

The sun really visited me.

I was at the beach in the evening,
soaking my feet there.

And suddenly the yellow rays
started coming.

The red sun and yellow rays
came across the water.

And they came through the water.

I sat there on a rock.

It came straight and wide like a road.
And came from there to my feet.

I sat in the water.
And came and climbed here to me.

Finally, it came here to my heart.
It was such a nice feeling.

I put my arms around it and said,
sun, you came to visit me

but I don't want you to leave.
Stay with me.

Oh, you are very lucky, I tell you.

But is it weird?

Listen... you are chosen one,
you have a mark.

That you are cared for.

The most important thing is that
you are an example for everyone.

All the older people say
they want to be like Virve.

How old are you now?

I am 70.

Toomas said he's 75.

Ike is also 70. Vahar is the youngest.

He's been in the ensemble
for only 20 years.

Most bands are long gone by then,

he is still a young boy for us.

The music plays such a beautiful melody,

we will remember it for a long time.

The heart also feels great joy,

when my partner takes me waltzing.

Whether old or young,

everyone has a common desire.

We spin together on the floor
hand in hand,

soon the flame of the candles
will go out.

Congratulations, Kukerpillid!

I remember listening to Kukerpillid
records, we all had them.

I'm just a boy, I was born in 1976.

But I had all your records,

and I especially liked when there were
some archive recordings,

or when you imitated the song you heard.

We were looking for more fun songs,

we didn't really relate to sad songs.

We don't use minor songs that much.

The first dance was waltz,
let the dance commence.

But the second dance is tango,
don't let your head hang low.

The third dance is sailor dance,
jump lightly as a feather sack.

The fourth dance is picador,
always be faithful to me.

Tiit was tiny stripling,
lovely honey pumpkin.

Liisa K�mmel sings.

Tiit was dancing here and there,
jumping high and...

...and clouds of dust fly,
the lightning cloud blinds the sun.

I have it written down, the names too.

The sea roars,
the waves carry the ships.

A sailor is not afraid of this weather.

The wind blows and clouds of dust fly,
the lightning cloud blinds the sun.

The sea roars,
the waves carry the ships.

A sailor is not afraid of this weather.

Is the song Rotterdam
also in this archive?

Yes, of course.

It is interesting that it has
also been sung on the island of Kihnu

and I heard it from my uncle
on the north coast.

Our helmsman is a coward,
he cries in a storm,

in the harbor he's the first
to rush to the tavern.

Goodbye Mann, the wind is strong,
and the destination Rotterdam.

The chef's old shirt
flutters high on the mast,

which seemed like a sign
of the end of time.

Goodbye Mann, the wind is sour,
and the destination Rotterdam.

Sour? What?

No, strong, like stramm.

Goodbye Mann, the wind is strong,
and the destination Rotterdam.

When the chef's old shirt
flutters high on the mast,

it seemed like a sign
of the end of time.

Goodbye Mann, the wind is strong,
and the destination Rotterdam.

When we found a text,
for example:

"The mare raised her tail
like a captain raised a ship's mast,

the ship's mast was thin,
like the neighbor Leeni."

But that alone was not enough
and Henno K�o made a chorus there.

Then we found another verse somewhere

and that's how it was combined.

And the song was ready,
four verses plus a chorus.

"Let it be as it was"
is also a combination of two songs.

No, not really. This is Anna Haava.

It's partly Anna Haava's text, yes.

TALLINN OLD TOWN DAYS 1986

Oh, don't be afraid, my dear,
I won't bother you,

I will never beg for your love.

Let it be as it was,
let it be as it is,

let it remain a secret
that I love you.

All together!

Let it be as it was,
let it be as it is,

let it remain a secret
that I love you.

Sometimes I may kiss others
and love others too,

but in my heart I still...

Dear friends, we are with you!

Let it be as it was,
let it be as it is,

let it remain a secret
that I love you.

Heavy metal!

One more song!

That's it. I am drained. Literally.

I'll be honest,
it's my dad's favorite band

and it's also one of my favorite bands.

We have grown up with it.

There you go, look what you are.

Absolutely, we wouldn't be
who we are without Kukerpillid.

And because of you, I am who I am now.

We always remember
the old musicians

we've been with.

In a dream, it often happens that
the old team gets together.

In my time, two have left forever,
Taivo Linna and Jaan Arder.

Listening to Taivo Linna's songs now
is an absolute pleasure.

Technically,
we have had tougher men in the band,

but he's play was very stylish
and interesting.

Even now, what our band leader
Taivo Linna came up with

and what direction he gave us,

either Mexican songs
or those sailor songs

or whatever folk songs,
that's what we did.

And even now we still try to follow
in his footsteps,

because as a blacksmith he was
such an iron fist, in a good way.

Are you Ike?
Very nice to meet face to face.

I am very sorry to have caused you
so much trouble,

such empty meaningless correspondence.
But all's well what ends well.

Let's hope so. But what time?

It starts at eight o'clock
and soon you can eat there.

But we really hope
you can play until eleven.

Let's see how many people there are,
maybe 35, maybe 50.

At least people have called and asked,
even from Tallinn.

And in fact, as of this morning,
19 tickets had been sold.

This is a big deal.

Because they usually buy on spot.

It's a small country place
and people come here with cash.

That's how thing are here.

I was 13 when I started
going to parties here.

And the teachers chased me.

But the manager
of the cultural center...

He tells his memories
of how he used to dance here.

I've been dancing here too.

Was the house that shabby then?

No, it wasn't.

Otherwise, there were
nice friendly parties here,

but then one day the Turba boys came...

And wanted to beat you up?

Yes, but they themselves got beaten.

I don't know why the boys came
from another place at that time

and wanted to pick a fight.

I guess life was boring.

Do you also want knives
or are forks enough?

The forks are enough. Shashlik?

No, grilled sausage with fried potatoes,
carrots and onions.

Excellent.

I'll add some melted cheese for you.

Oh, a lot for me, please.
Thank you.

Eat up!

Do you know the difference
between the two Estonian sayings?

One is "eat up"
and the other is "bon appetit".

Do you know how to choose
who to say what to?

Well, tell us.

Those whose income is less
than 1,000 euros, you say "eat up".

And to those who have more,
you say "bon appetit".

Okay.

KUKERPILLID ANNIVERSARY CONCERT
April 1, 2022

What will be remembered about us?

Maybe a smile, what else...

What will be left behind?

Maybe regret and a pair of dentures,

just excuses and cliches, cliches.

More and more, cliches.

What will be left on a road?

Maybe a pair of smoking tires
and flames.

If you stay behind,

none of us can wait for you.

Just platitudes and cliches, cliches.

More and more, cliches.

Tomorrow here and today there,

we'll never find peace.

So, I ask again,

and again -

what will be remembered about us?

Maybe a smile.

What is left for us?

Two wrinkled eyebrows
in the water mirror,

all who used to be and no one.

Just excuses and cliches, cliches.

And again? And again...

And let it be called Kukerpill!

How were the words in the chorus,
"pill-pill"?

"Till" or "pill"?
- Pill-pill, tirilill.

Pill-pill.

I used to play the violin too.

Used to? Why aren't you studying now?

I quit.

Why?
- I didn't have time.

Heiki, are you ready?

I studied for about five years.

Well, what can I say -
you didn't have time.

Pill-pill-pill, tirilill...

Sauna Jaan had a hornpipe,
it is played like...

The sea roars at our door,
the waves rise and fall,

and wave after wave echoes in a row.

If the beard is fine, so is the man.

Look, I stand before you
and I have a beard.

And that's why I'm a fine man.

All the animals in the forest knew

that the hunting season for humans
will be open soon.

Now is the time to prepare the traps,

all nails, and teeth and other tricks.

When I went to a party in the evening,

they tucked their tails
between their legs.

Cigarettes and vodka
and passionate women

have turned my life upside down.

Cigarettes and vodka
and passionate women,

I can't rest from them
even in my grave.

I want to fly, but not very high,

I want to fly,
but I'm afraid of a crash.

Hey! They hit them here,
they hit them there,

men fell down, the winner got glory.

Somehow I managed to run,

they shot them here,
they hit them there.

Once every party ends,
the musician runs out of strength.

There is always someone
who hasn't had enough

and says, guys, play one more song.

Aromatic clouds of smoke everywhere,
crystal glass breaks somewhere.

Beautiful and gentle voices
and the mighty laughter of men,

the whole hall sways
in a single joyful rhythm.

Musician, play until morning,

don't care about sweat,
or anything else.

Even though you are tired,
remember that

you must be made of harder wood.

Once every party ends,
the musician runs out of strength.

Someone in a wrinkled suit
demands more and more,

with a soft tongue and a wobbly step.

Once every party ends,
the musician runs out of strength.

There is always someone
who hasn't had enough and says:

Guys, come on!

Play a good song too!