Paroles et traduction Mileth - De Bruma E Salitre

De Bruma E Salitre

Invoco no lume o nome dos raios,
Tronantes tempestarios, atalaia dos Egovarros,
Oh, Namarinos! Guerreiros na cinza esquecidos.

Brúo no aire ó demo alado,
Noitebra que cala o canto dos Egovarros,
Oh, Namarinos! Guerreiros na nebra esquecidos.

Onde a terra mata ó mar,
Onde a néboa come ó sol,
Face de verde orballar
Neste chao de pedra mol.
Moleira de prata e ouro,
Alma orfa de irmao,
De bruma e salitre é o nome
Dos antergos mariñaos.

Laio na terra ó corpo dourado,
Mámoas que gardan o noso pasado!
Oh! Egovarros Namarinos! Guerreiros no ouro esquecidos!

Onde a terra mata ó mar,
Onde a néboa come ó sol,
Face de verde orballar
Neste chao de pedra mol.
Moleira de prata e ouro,
Alma orfa de irmao,
De bruma e salitre é o nome
Dos antergos mariñaos.

Raíces de prata, augas de ouro,
Dende a Atalaia ó Valadouro.
Do Valadouro á Atalaia
Foxe o corzo, chega a aguia.

Corpo de hedra, halo de soutos
Dende a Ferida ó lar dos Mouros.
Do lar dos Mouros ate a Ferida
Laurus de lume, landras de cinsa.
Arengas á bruma, gaitas de guerra,
Hostes de Roma, muxen a terra.
Dos Castrillóns ata Fazouro,
Nebra de prata, serpe d′ouro

Vento do Nordés que brúas no ar,
Lévame o fillo alén deste mar
Alén deste mar, alén do solpor
Acolle o seu nome aló do Borrón.
Aló do Borrón, alén deste mar,
Segredo dos mouros do rei Breogán.
Aló do Borrón, alén do Xistral
Destérrote sol, invoco á nebra.

Canto nas augas ás mouras das cornas:
De salitre e bruma é o fado dos Egovarros!
Oh, Namarinos! Egovarros Namarinos!

Onde a terra mata ó mar,
Onde a néboa come ó sol,
Por sempre libres, mais sós.
Face de verde orballar,
Neste chao de pedra mol,
Canta a bruma do solpor.

Onde a terra mata ó mar,
Onde a néboa come ó sol,
Face de verde orballar
Neste chao de pedra mol.
Moleira de prata e ouro,
Alma orfa de irmao,
De bruma e salitre é o nome
Dos antigos mariñaos.

From Mist and Salt

I invoke in the fire the name of lightning,
Booming storm spirits, watchtower of the Egovarros,
Oh, Namarinos! Warriors forgotten in ash.

I roar in the air to the winged demon,
Night beast that silences the song of the Egovarros,
Oh, Namarinos! Warriors forgotten in the darkness.

Where the earth kills the sea,
Where the fog eats the sun,
Face of green dew drops
On this damp stone floor.
Crown of silver and gold,
Orphan soul of a brother,
From mist and salt is the name
Of the ancient mariners.

Lament on earth for the golden body,
Burial mounds that guard our past!
Oh! Egovarros Namarinos! Warriors forgotten in gold!

Where the earth kills the sea,
Where the fog eats the sun,
Face of green dew drops
On this damp stone floor.
Crown of silver and gold,
Orphan soul of a brother,
From mist and salt is the name
Of the ancient mariners.

Silver roots, golden waters,
From the Watchtower to Valadouro.
From Valadouro to the Watchtower
The deer flees, the eagle arrives.

Body of ivy, halo of groves
From the Wound to the Moors' home.
From the Moors' home to the Wound
Laurel of fire, oak of ash.
Speeches to the fog, warpipes,
Hosts of Rome, the earth moans.
From the Castrillóns to Fazouro,
Silver mist, golden serpent

Northeast wind that roars in the air,
Take my son beyond this sea
Beyond this sea, beyond the sunset
Take his name beyond the Borrón.
Beyond the Borrón, beyond this sea,
Secret of the Moors of King Breogán.
Beyond the Borrón, beyond the Xistral
I banish you sun, I invoke the darkness.

I sing in the waters to the horned Moors:
From salt and mist is the fate of the Egovarros!
Oh, Namarinos! Egovarros Namarinos!

Where the earth kills the sea,
Where the fog eats the sun,
Forever free, but alone.
Face of green dew drops,
On this damp stone floor,
The mist of sunset sings.

Where the earth kills the sea,
Where the fog eats the sun,
Face of green dew drops
On this damp stone floor.
Crown of silver and gold,
Orphan soul of a brother,
From mist and salt is the name
Of the ancient mariners.