Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Muhu õud, artist - Metsatöll. Album song Ulg, in the genre Фолк-металDate of issue: 31.12.2010
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Estonian
Muhu õud(original) |
| Kui häda sunnib mõisameest |
| End liiga kauaks välja |
| Siis tõmbab vaene moonamees |
| Ka tupest mõõga halja: «Kes kurat joob kui meil on põud |
| Ja vilja vallas vähe!» |
| Ja valab vaene moonamees |
| Tal lasipuuga pähe |
| On saare mees kui kange kõu |
| Ja väljas maru rahe |
| Ja saja saksa mehe jõud |
| Saab kokku Muhu mehe |
| Kui tahab tõmbab sarviku |
| Ka oma meeste mesti |
| Ja tuustib sadat saksa meest |
| Kui vanast lumme… |
| Kui saksa mehe ametis |
| Võib näha selget ohtu |
| Lööb Muhu mehe habe siis |
| Vaid õllekapast vahtu |
| Kas kilter kubjas aidamees |
| Või pagan teab mis papp |
| Tal lagipähe prantsatab |
| Üks muhe muhu kapp |
| On saare mees kui kange kõu |
| Ja väljas maru rahe |
| Ja saja saksa mehe jõud |
| Saab kokku muhu mehe |
| Ja keegi kurat mind ei saa- |
| Kas veri ninast välja! |
| Ja tõmbab vaene moonamees |
| Nüüd tupest mõõga halja! |
| Kui on loojund päe |
| Õllekapp meil kura käe |
| Kirves vahel vöö |
| Muudkui kahma ta ja löö |
| (translation) |
| When trouble forces a manor man |
| Get out too long |
| Then the poor moonwalker pulls |
| Also from the vagina to the sword green: “Who the hell drinks when we have a drought |
| And little in the field of grain! ” |
| And the poor moonshade pours |
| He has a glass tree on his head |
| There is an island man like a strong thunder |
| And outdoor hail |
| And the power of a hundred German men |
| Meets Muhu's man |
| If you want to pull the horn |
| Also your men's throw |
| And it hurts a hundred German men |
| How old snow… |
| When a German man in office |
| There is a clear danger |
| Hitting Muhu's man's beard then |
| Only brewing foam |
| Is a shield in a shaggy helper |
| Or the hell knows what cardboard |
| He's frowning |
| One soft muhu cabinet |
| There is an island man like a strong thunder |
| And outdoor hail |
| And the power of a hundred German men |
| You can meet a man |
| And no one can fuck me |
| Have blood out of your nose! |
| And pulls the poor moonshine |
| Now the vagina is sword green! |
| When the sun goes down |
| We have a beer cabinet |
| An ax between the belt |
| Just grab it and hit |