Translation of the song lyrics Aue der nostalgie - Imperium Dekadenz

Aue der nostalgie (original)

Dorn und Dickicht wachen stets
Umarmen deinen Hain, dein Reich
Herbstdunst, Atem finst’rer Regen
Hüllt Nostalgie in Farben edlen Glücks
Oh du unser rauhes Herz
In der Mitte deiner Seel'
Singt unser Feuer Glorie
Wärmt die starren Wände
Aue der Nostalgie
Eins werden Geist und Fammenklang
Und die Schatten durchs Gemäuer kriechen
Laben sich am Worteklang
Und dem Hallen uns’rer Kehlen
Wo Nostalgie die Seele nährt
Wohnt unser Geist der Lebensfäden
Webt Segel, in die der Wind des Schicksals bläst
… und reisst uns mit sich
Weit hinfort … weit hinfort
O’Aue der Nostalgie
Der Wald und das Firmament
Im Rausche alter Tage
Funken reisen dort hinauf
Erleichten, was uns träumen lässt
Aue der Nostalgie
Eins werden Geist und Flammenklang
Und die Schatten durchs Gemäuer kriechen
Laben sich am Worteklang
Und dem Hallen uns’rer Kehlen
Wo Nostalgie die Seele nährt
Wohnt unser Geist der Lebensfäden
Webt Segel, in die der Wind des Schicksals bläst
In Ruinen wandeln wir
Raunen Stimmen der Andacht
Segeln mit dem Klang der Zeit
Wo immer sie uns stranden lässt …
Aue der Nostalgie
Thorn and thicker ever vigilant
Embrace your sacred grove, your domain
Autumn’s mist, frenetic dancers exhalation
Now shrowded in myth
Nostalgia cloaked in the colours of happier days
Oh you, our bruised heart
From the depths of your soul
Sing our wondrous glory
Give warmth to these frigid walls
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
There clotho labours over our fate
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
To tear us along with it…
Whither we now not
O' meadow of nostalgia
The forest and the heavens above
The intoxication of days long past
Sparks race upwards
Briefly illumination, the motive of our dreams
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
There clotho labours over our fate
Gathering the separate threads of our lives
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
Among ruins we walk
Whispering paeans of devotion
Sailing by the winds of time
Wherever they may take us…
O' meadow of nostalgia

Aue der nostalgie (translation)

Thorn and thicket are always on guard
Embrace your grove, your kingdom
Autumn haze, breath dark rain
Wraps nostalgia in the colors of noble happiness
Oh you our rough heart
In the middle of your soul
Sing our fire glory
Warms the rigid walls
Aue of nostalgia
Spirit and sound of flames become one
And the shadows creep through the walls
Feast on the sound of words
And the echoing of our throats
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
Our spirit lives in the threads of life
Weaves sails in which the winds of fate blow
... and takes us with it
Far away... far away
O'Aue of nostalgia
The forest and the firmament
In the rush of old days
Sparks travel up there
Facilitate what makes us dream
Aue of nostalgia
Spirit and flame sound become one
And the shadows creep through the walls
Feast on the sound of words
And the echoing of our throats
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
Our spirit lives in the threads of life
Weaves sails in which the winds of fate blow
We walk in ruins
murmuring voices of devotion
Sailing with the sound of the times
Wherever she strands us...
Aue of nostalgia
Thorn and thicker ever vigilant
Embrace your sacred grove, your domain
Autumn's mist, frenetic dancers exhalation
Now Shrowded in Myth
Nostalgia cloaked in the colors of happy days
Oh you, our bruised heart
From the depths of your soul
Sing our wondrous glory
Give warmth to these frigid walls
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
There clotho labors over our fate
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
To tear us along with it…
Whither we now not
O' meadow of nostalgia
The forest and the heavens above
The intoxication of days long past
Sparks race upwards
Briefly illumination, the motive of our dreams
O' meadow of nostalgia
Spirit and the sound of crackling flames become one
Wile the shadows creep across the walls
Gaining strength from the speakers crisp words
And the echoes of our cheers
Where nostalgia nourishes the soul
There clotho labors over our fate
Gathering the separate threads of our lives
Weaving sails to catch the winds of destiny
Among ruins we walk
Whispering paeans of devotion
Sailing by the winds of time
Wherever they may take us…
O' meadow of nostalgia