Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Vaid vaprust, artist - Metsatöll. Album song Äio, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Estonian
Vaid vaprust(original) |
Jah, merevahust murdu sööb purjelaeva rind |
Täis terashalli väge on iga mehe hing |
Kui vahuvalgeid laineid löövad iilid üle pea |
Ei pelgu tunne mehed, ei hirmu nime tea |
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm |
Siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing |
Kui vajub raskelt randa see merelaeva voor |
Siis võõra ranna lehka veab iga sõõmupaar |
Ei toeta käsi mõõka, ei oda hoia klann |
Ent kui tarvis, haarab tera iga rusik', raevus ramm |
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm |
Siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing |
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm |
Vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm |
On meresoolast vettind' minu tuulest paakund kuub |
On tormilained räsind', tüügashabe mõõtmas tuult |
Kui silmapiiri poole vaob purjelaeva mast |
On igamehe mõtted kus meremehe kast — |
Üks peotäis mulda oma koduaia alt |
Vahe tera, tükk leiba ja kiri armsamalt |
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm |
Siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing |
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm |
Vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm |
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm |
Vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm |
(translation) |
Yes, the breast of a sailing ship eats the foam of the sea |
Full steel gray power is every man's soul |
When leeches beat foamy white waves overhead |
Men know no fear, know no name of fear |
When the sailor's eye swallows the blood-red dawn |
Then our spirit is free and our soul is free |
When this round of a sea-going ship sinks heavily on the beach |
Then every couple of sips will take you to a foreign beach |
No hand supports the sword, no spear holds the clan |
But if necessary, the blade grabs every fist, a ram in fury |
When the sailor's eye swallows the blood-red dawn |
Then our spirit is free and our soul is free |
The heart knows no fear, no step strays from the path |
Only seven fathoms of bravery and a freeman's ram |
There is sea-salt water in my windblown cape |
There are storm waves hashing, warty beard measuring the wind |
When the mast of a sailing ship drifts towards the horizon |
There are every man's thoughts where a sailor's box— |
A handful of soil from your backyard |
A grain of bread, a piece of bread and a sweeter letter |
When the sailor's eye swallows the blood-red dawn |
Then our spirit is free and our soul is free |
The heart knows no fear, no step strays from the path |
Only seven fathoms of bravery and a freeman's ram |
The heart knows no fear, no step strays from the path |
Only seven fathoms of bravery and a freeman's ram |