Paroles et traduction Metsatöll - Tormilind

Tormilind

Mees vahumiili murrab
Kui hingab auru laht
Ja alepõllun rügab
Meel, mõtten areaht.

Rand roovalli vaob,
öö saadab lahkuja.
Veel kaldapiiri seob
Urm tagaootaja.

Ulgu kui hüüab maru,
Ahtrin raiub raheraju,
Merekaru purjen puhub koduranna tuul.

Matab kui laeva udu,
Vihma vingub iiliulgu,
Tormilinnu laudaden on kodulaulud suun.

Meest kannab laine turi
Kui künnab merda kiil
Ja sütesooja tuli
Taad kodukaile viib.

On kodupärn mu puri,
Mast männisalun öö
Ja karjakella kumin
Koin unelaulu lööb.

Ulgu kui hüüab maru,
Ahtrin raiub raheraju,
Merekaru purjen puhub koduranna tuul.

Matab kui laeva udu,
Vihma vingub iiliulgu,
Tormilinnu laudaden on kodulaulud suun.

On suitsutaren mu süda,
Kui reelingun raske on riim
Ja kodumetsa müha
On purjepidaja triiv.

Mees vahumiili murrab
Kui hingab auru laht
Ja alepõllun rügab
Meel, mõtten areaht.

Ulgu kui hüüab maru,
Ahtrin raiub raheraju,
Merekaru purjen puhub koduranna tuul.

Matab kui laeva udu,
Vihma vingub iiliulgu,
Tormilinnu laudaden on kodulaulud suun.

Storm Bird

Man breaks through leagues of foam
When the bay breathes steam
And ploughs the field of waves
Mind, thoughts, awake.

The shore wails at the bow,
Night sends forth the one who leaves.
The border of the shore still connects
The pursuer in the rear.

Howls as the storm cries,
Heavy rain beats the stern
The sea bear sails, the wind of the home shore blows.

As the fog buries the ship,
The rain whines like a banshee,
On the boards of the storm bird, homesick songs are sung.

The man is carried on the back of the waves
When the keel ploughs the sea
And the fire-warm light
Leads to the home shores.

My home oak is my sail,
The mast is the pine forest night
And the sound of a cowbell
Beats a lullaby song.

Howls as the storm cries,
Heavy rain beats the stern
The sea bear sails, the wind of the home shore blows.

As the fog buries the ship,
The rain whines like a banshee,
On the boards of the storm bird, homesick songs are sung.

My heart is a smoky sacrifice,
When the rhyme is heavy on the rail
And the roar of the home forest
Is the sail-holder's stream.

Man breaks through leagues of foam
When the bay breathes steam
And ploughs the field of waves
Mind, thoughts, awake.

Howls as the storm cries,
Heavy rain beats the stern
The sea bear sails, the wind of the home shore blows.

As the fog buries the ship,
The rain whines like a banshee,
On the boards of the storm bird, homesick songs are sung.