Снежный дом (Калевала) . House out of snow (Kalevala) - draft 1

I am very unhappy with this version, but it is a start. I will keep working on it little by little.

Draft 1

I will build a house out of snow
At the quiet edge of forest trail,
And the storms will howl, twist, and blow,
Hiding me under a sleepy frozen veil.

In my home of bleak and scattered light
I would stay away from human sight,
So that no unwanted morning guest
Would stirr up the sorrows in my chest.

Gift from gods - the ocurage of a pine,
Never been an angel, never been a saint.
Not the first time, not the last time
I will clean all the tatters and the taint.

That's how I was taught and this is what I know,
Courage and ire, pride and fortitude...
If they burn my house out of wood,
I will build a house out of snow.

Only crows, the songbirds of your land,
Circle over my heart's ash and coals.
Look away those, who cannot stand
Next to them a naked human soul.

Let's them chat about what's below,
Hidden under winter's icy covers.
Once the greed burns down their towers,
They will come to build a house out of snow.

And in front of the birch, my murdered mother,
I am kneeling as if in front of a shrine.
And my grandfathers, and their grandfathers,
We remember how the sun falls into the Valley of Time.