Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ulg , by - Metsatöll. Song from the album Ulg, in the genre Фолк-металRelease date: 31.12.2010
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Estonian
Ulg(original) |
| Võte kuulda mu kallimad kaimud |
| Mul muistsed on pajata lood |
| Võite saada sest ammusest aimu |
| Kui veereni valatud toop |
| Ja enne kui kallate mõdu |
| Ja kibu on puudutand pard |
| Ma kangemaist laulan teil lugu |
| Viisi vägevaist vedada mald |
| Täna katkusid kannelde keeli |
| Vaen, viha ja veri ja surm |
| Ja ugandi uhkete meeli |
| Kroonis urustet piikide turm |
| Kabjaplaginast värises võnnu |
| Ja raiutud raudmeeste väed |
| Vestsid vahedad väitsad kui lõmmu |
| Verest verevaks värvitud käed |
| Alla vandus siis vastane vapper |
| Kahja kallist kui kandis meid murd |
| Kaitsemärgi kui lõikas mu tapper |
| Kuni miilavast lihast saab muld |
| Mööda metsade raiutud radu |
| Ja vendade, vainude peal |
| Sööb sügise unede udu |
| Vaid vaprate vareseid seal |
| Päeva minnes loojanguni |
| Seab me sammu |
| Rauarammu |
| Õru õnne õige kuni |
| Kalmust kasvab koit |
| Päeva pikka pidada vasta |
| Viib meid kaudu |
| Vasturaudu |
| Türnaveega vainu kasta |
| Toonist tõuseb võit |
| Usvaulgu hüüab hüdsehall |
| Tulekibe kumab tuha all |
| Kasteheina kulda kaob kuu |
| Päeva pikka hoida vasta tuult |
| (translation) |
| Listen to my dear neighbors |
| I have ancient stories |
| You can get an idea since time immemorial |
| When rolled into the top |
| And before you pour mead |
| And the rose is a touch of a duck |
| I'll sing you a strong story |
| Ways to haul the malds |
| Today the tongues of the kannels were broken |
| Hate, anger and blood and death |
| And the proud senses of Uganda |
| The crumbs of the crushing peaks are crowned |
| The vibration of the hoof plagiarism trembled |
| And the armies of the ironmen that were cut down |
| The vests sometimes said like a bun |
| Hands stained with blood |
| Then the brave opponent swore |
| It's a pity if we were carried by a break |
| The sign when I cut my tapper |
| Until the loving meat becomes soil |
| Paths cut through forests |
| And on the brothers, the persecutions |
| Eats the fog of autumn dreams |
| Only the brave crows there |
| The day goes by until sunset |
| It takes us a step |
| Iron Ram |
| Good luck right up |
| Dawn grows from the grave |
| Keep the day long |
| Take us through |
| Counter iron |
| Immerse yourself in mild water |
| The victory rises from the tone |
| The dungeon shouts |
| The flame glows under the ashes |
| The golden hay disappears in the moon |
| A day long to keep up with the wind |