Tuletalgud (Live At Tuska Festival in Helsinki 2012) - Metsatöll перевод на английский

Tuletalgud (Live At Tuska Festival in Helsinki 2012)

Õlgadel kosub, jõuetut rusub
Turjale kasvanud koorem
Vaibuval sammul, raugeval rammul
Astuda edasipoole

Enne kui hääbub, sapiseks määrdub
Vaim, varem vahe kui piik
Leida see säde, mis sütitab väge
Valmis saab tuleriit

Veri tardub
Surma valgus
Uue algus
Tuletalgud

Mõõt tulemäena täis saanud väega
Lahvatab leekivaks müüriks
Lõõmava käega pöörab ja väänab
Tahtmise tõeliseks tüürib

Praksudes pureb, mis hamba all mure
Ja neelab, mis neelata sobib
Kirglikult suudleb, heidab siis tuulde
Mõtte, mis sündinud sooviks

Veri tardub
Surma valgus
Uue algus
Tuletalgud

Veri tardub
Surma valgus
Uue algus
Tuletalgud

Taagarõhust lahti rebi
Sülga välja surnud veri
Tuhaks pudenevad halud
Tuletalgud

Värinal vajub, sisiseb sajus
Tuhatomp krampides tantsib
Katkestab juure, püüdnud on tuule
Suitsujälg pilvesse rammib

Meeled on virged, selgki on sirge
Hing varmalt edasi astub
Tee peale kaasa vaevaks ta haarab
Taas koorem turjale laskub

Veri tardub
Surma valgus
Uue algus

Tuletalgud

Bonfires (Live At Tuska Festival in Helsinki 2012)

On your shoulders it is falling down so powerlessly
The burden that has grown on your back
With faltering step, with failing strength
To take a step forwards

Before it fades, before it turns bitter
The spirit, once sharp as a spike
Find the spark that would ignite the flame
The bonfire is ready

Blood is congealing
Death's light
A new beginning
Bonfires

The measure is filled with the power that comes like a fiery mountain
It flares up into a flaming wall
Twists and turns with a flaming hand
Steers the desire to the truth

With a crackle it bites whatever it can get its teeth on
And swallows whatever can be swallowed
Passionately kisses, then throws it to the wind
The thought that was born a wish

Blood is congealing
Death's light
A new beginning
Bonfires

Blood is congealing
Death's light
A new beginning
Bonfires

Tear yourself free from the heavy burden
Spit out the dead blood
The logs crumble into ash
Bonfires

Collapses in a tremor, hisses in the rain
The bonfire ash dances in spasms
Breaks its root, tried to hold on the wind
The trail of smoke pushes into the cloud

Your senses are alert and your back is straight
Your soul walks on steadily
Takes with it the trouble on the path
The weight settles on your back once more

Blood is congealing
Death's light
A new beginning

Bonfires