Women of Norwegian Fjords - Lothepus & Storm Wheather Shanty Choir перевод на английский

Women of Norwegian Fjords

Me la ut på fjorden ein våt sommardag
Eit vindrås ned dalen, me gjekk over stag
Ballast var cider, me tok oss ein tår

Nordsjøen venta, alt land det forsvann
Og to tommar furu skil vatn frå mann
Kulingen kviskra at naken du står

I Biscaya der klorte ein storm med si negl
So me tok ut eit rev og me heiste meir segl
Kaptein ropte fremad! Me rodde oss sår

Atlanterhavsvind sette oss på ein test
Orkanen tok masta og ein dommedagsfest
Akter låg øyar med brennevin og hor

Langt har me segla og det har eg sett
Å leva er testen, å segla er lett
Og kvar vind oss fører, me syngje i kor

Women of Norwegian Fjords

I set out on the fjord one wet summer day
A raindrop down the valley, we went over the stage
Ballast was cider, we took a sip

The North Sea awaited, all the land disappeared
And two inches of pine separate water from man
The breeze whispered that you stand naked

In Biscay, a storm clawed with its nail
So we took out a reef and we hoisted more sail
The captain shouted forward! We rowed ourselves sore

The Atlantic wind put us to the test
The hurricane took the mast and a doomsday feast
Behind were islands with spirits and whores

We have sailed far and I have seen
To live is the test, to sail is easy
And wherever the wind takes us, we sing in chorus