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7 марта 24, 03:40
Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Obtest : Gyvybës Medis : Ąžuolas
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8 февраля 10, 22:00
Rangosi bedugne ið gelmiø, net vëjai girdi,
Virsta tik akimirkai ji medziu osimu,
Taip gyliai nuodai gyvaèiø sugelia á ðirdá,
Gesta akyse liepsna o sielai neramu...
Driekiasi miskais savu krauju zymetas kelias,
Tolsta plieno pragaras,ir kruvina ausra,
Ðiaurës vëjais verèiasi þirgai bërieji mano,
Is gyvenimo gyvam istrukti nevalia...
Àþuolu àþuolu amþinu àþuolu virski,
Verski mane ðimtaðakiu, þaizdas man uþginki...
Àþuolu àþuolu amþinu àþuolu virski,
Milzinu virski tvirtu, i padanges pakilki ...
Proteviu balsais prabyla simtametes veles,
Vejais girgzda medziuose ju nemari giesme,
Kam gi tu Medeine pasirodei man pries mirti?
Kam gi mano suzalota kuna ismainei?
Saknys taip gyliai, gyliai net kankliu rauda girdi,
Rankos i sakas, it dangu remiantys peciai,
Milzinu medziu kerosiu kol pradesiu zilti,
Lauksiu kol is mano toliu vel parjos zirgai...
Àþuolu àþuolu amþinu àþuolu virski,
Verski mane ðimtaðakiu, gyvybe grazinki...
Àþuolu àþuolu amþinu àþuolu virski,
Àþuolu virski tvirtu, virs pasaulio pakilki...
[English translation:]
Oak
Coiled from the depths, so even the wind can hear
For just a moment it transforms to the rustling of leaves
The poison bites the heart so deep
Light drains from the eyes and the soul rests uneasy...
A path soaked in blood stretches through the wood
Steeled hell breaks and bloody day withdraws
Steed become the Nordic winds
We are not permitted to escape this world alive...
Transform into an oak, an ever-living oak
Transform me into a tree of a thousand limbs, save me from trauma...
Transform into an oak, an ever-living oak
Transform me into a titan, lauded up on high
As old as the Earth itself, the spirits speak our forebears tongue
Their immortal chants storm autumn trees
O why, Medeine, did you appear before my death?
For what did you trade my wounded body?
Down deep to hear the Kankles wail,
Hands
[turn] to limbs, as the sky is burdened by stooped shoulders
Scream until my skin turns gray
Await my steed to cross seas to stand by my side.
Transform into an oak, an ever-living oak
Transform me into a tree of a thousand limbs, breath my life back into me...
Transform into an oak, an ever-living oak
Transform me into a titan, lauded up on high
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