Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Verenperimä , by - Saattue. Song from the album Vuoroveri, in the genre МеталRelease date: 31.12.2008
Record label: Spinefarm Records
Song language: Finnish(Suomi)
Verenperimä(original) |
| Isäänsä tarkkailee — oppia saa |
| Miehet ei itke, ei armoa jaa |
| Voimalla maailma muokataan |
| Nyrkeillä tahdonkin saa taipumaan |
| Ei sanaa kahta tuhlata turhaan |
| Teoistaan mies kyllä tunnistetaan |
| Pelolla ihmistä hallitaan |
| Vihalla omaansa puolustetaan |
| Myrkkyä katkeraa maljaansa kaadetaan |
| Kasvattaa vihaamaan, muita halveksimaan |
| Rujoutta palvomaan, kipua tuottamaan — |
| Mutta ei unohtamaan |
| Poikansa koulii samoin aikanaan |
| Ketjua kykene ei murtamaan |
| Muokaten pojastaan kaltaistaan |
| Ihmisyys roskana pois lakaistaan |
| Väkivalta, tiivis side sukupolvien |
| Solmii yhteen teot poikain, esi-isien |
| Mielikuvaa itsestään käy suotta tutkimaan |
| Peilikuva jumalasta vastaan tuijottaa |
| Kehällä samalla taas tarvotaan |
| Ei vastuuta teoistaan käy kantamaan |
| Kaltaistaan sokea taluttaa |
| Loppumme alkua näin pedataan |
| Orjalauma kiskoo kahleitansa |
| Vääntelehtii tuskissaan |
| Ruoskan iskut tuntee kehollansa |
| Kärsimystään valittaa |
| Ei armon valo lankea ylle |
| Kiduttajaa piinataan |
| Koston kierre piestylle |
| Lohtuansa tarjoaa |
| (translation) |
| He watches his father - he learns |
| Men do not cry, do not share mercy |
| The world is being shaped by force |
| Even with fists, I want to be bent |
| Not a word two wasted in vain |
| The man is recognized for his actions |
| People are controlled with fear |
| They defend themselves with hatred |
| The poison is poured into its bitter bowl |
| Raises hatred, despises others |
| To worship weakness, to produce pain - |
| But not to forget |
| His son will also attend school in due course |
| The chain is unable to break |
| Editing like his son |
| Humanity is being swept away |
| Violence, a close bond between generations |
| Takes together the deeds of the sons, the ancestors |
| The image of oneself is swamped |
| A mirror image of God staring at him |
| At the same time, the perimeter is needed again |
| No responsibility for their actions lies |
| Like a blind leash |
| This is how the beginning of the end is made |
| A herd of slaves unleashes their shackles |
| He twists in pain |
| The whip's feelings are felt in his body |
| Complains about his suffering |
| No light of grace falls on him |
| The torturer is tortured |
| A twist of revenge on the battered |
| It offers comfort |