Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sankaritarina, artist - Moonsorrow. Album song Voimasta ja Kunniasta, in the genre Фолк-метал
Date of issue: 31.12.2007
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Sankaritarina(original) |
«Kuolee karja |
Kuolee suku |
Samaten itse kuolet; |
Vaan nimi |
Ei koskaan kuole |
Hlt ken on hyvn saanut |
Kuolee karja |
Kuolee suku |
Samaten itse kuolet; |
Yhden tiedn |
Mik' ei kuole: |
Manalle menneen maine. |
«(Hvaml) |
Jo luku viimeinen saa |
Surmansa kohdannut lep sijallaan |
Veljet maljan simaa nostavat |
Tyhjksi juovat nimeen vainajan |
Kaunis laiva kantaakseen saa miehen rauenneen |
Laskua tuonpuoleiseen se vartoo rannalla |
Aseet, korut, rikkaudet matkamies saa mukaansa |
Alla suuren rovion lipuu hautansa |
(Ja katso! Voiko toista niin ylvst nky olla |
Kuin hiljaisten liekkien kurotus thti kohti.) |
Kuolemaan me jok’ikinen kuljemme; |
Jumalat ovat elvt valinneet |
Veljemme syliin aaltojen laskemme; |
J hyvsti, sinut aina muistamme |
Kunniaa ei miekka voi taltuttaa; |
Jumalat ovat sankarit nimenneet |
Veljemme tuonen herralle luovutamme; |
Siis hyvsti — kunnes jlleen kohtaamme |
«Cattle die |
Kinsmen die |
Likewise you will die; |
But the name |
Will never die |
Of one who has done well |
Cattle die |
Kinsmen die |
Likewise you will die; |
One I know |
That never dies: |
The fame of each one dead. |
«(Hvaml) |
And so the last chapter is at hand |
Who faced his death now rests on his place |
His brothers raise a chalice of mead |
And drink it empty in the name of the late |
A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man |
On the shore it awaits release into what lies beyond |
Weapons, jewels, riches the traveller is armed with |
Underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be sailing |
(And behold! Can there be another sight so grand |
Than of silent flames reaching out for the stars.) |
Towards death we all are lead; |
The gods have chosen those to live |
Our brother we lay on the lap of the waves; |
Fare ye well, you stay in our hearts |
Honour no sword can tame; |
The gods have recited the heroic names |
Our brother we yield to the father of the dead; |
Fare ye well — until we meet again |
(translation) |
«Cattle are dying |
The family dies |
Likewise, you die yourself; |
But the name |
He will never die |
Well, who's got a good one |
The cattle are dying |
The family dies |
Likewise, you die yourself; |
I know one |
What doesn't die: |
Mana's past reputation. |
«(Hvaml) |
Already the last chapter gets |
His death faced the lep in his place |
The brothers raise the cup |
Drunk in the name of the deceased |
A beautiful ship to carry makes a man fall apart |
Descend to the other side it guards the beach |
The traveler gets the weapons, jewelry, riches with him |
Below the large rovion flags his grave |
(And look! Can another be so glorious |
Like reaching out for quiet flames towards thti.) |
To death we go; |
The gods have chosen the principles |
In the arms of our brethren we lay waves; |
J goodbye, we will always remember you |
Glory cannot be trodden by the sword; |
The gods have named the heroes |
We surrender our brother Tuonen to the Lord; |
So goodbye - until we meet again |
«Cattle die |
Kinsmen die |
Likewise you will die; |
But the name |
Will never die |
Of one who has done well |
Cattle die |
Kinsmen die |
Likewise you will die; |
One I know |
That never dies: |
The fame of each one dead. |
«(Hvaml) |
And so the last chapter is at hand |
Who faced his death now rests on his place |
His Brothers raise a chalice of mead |
And drink it empty in the name of the late |
A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man |
On the shore it awaits release into what lies beyond |
Weapons, jewels, riches the traveler is armed with |
Underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be sailing |
(And behold! Can there be another sight so grand |
Than of silent flames reaching out for the stars.) |
Towards death we all are lead; |
The Gods have chosen those to live |
Our brother we lay on the lap of the waves; |
Fare ye well, you stay in our hearts |
Honor no Sword can tame; |
The Gods have recited the heroic names |
Our brother we yield to the father of the dead; |
Fare ye well - until we meet again |