Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vaid vaprust , by - Metsatöll. Song from the album Äio, in the genre Фолк-металRelease date: 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 |