Senču ozols - Skyforger перевод на английский

Senču ozols

Es paceļu rokas pret sauli,
Kas spīd manā sejā caur ozola zariem.
Es saucu sen aizmirstus vārdus
Un jūtu kā zemes spēks ieplūst manī.
Šai svētajā vietā es vairs neesmu viens,
Es dzirdu meža garu balsis.
Manas atmiņas lēnām sāk mosties no miega
Un es zinu - nekas nav aizmirsts.

Un tad manā priekšā pret rietošo sauli
No ozola iznirst sirms vīrs.
Kā hipnotizēts viņa priekšā es noliecu galvu;
Man čukst meža gari - tas ir Krīvu Krīvs,
Pats viedākais senču burvis un zintnieks -
Sen miris viņš, bet tomēr vēl dzīvs

"Es esmu šī ozola gars, nekad šeit nepacel cirvi!
Es mācīšu tev, lai tavs prāts kļūtu tīrs,
Ja ziedosi man savu sirdi.
No zemes tu cēlies esi, mans dēls, ne no debess;
Pie savas mātes tad atgriezies,
Lai tava daļa ir zobens un lemess
Un zini - nekas nav aizmirsts! "

Sacred oak of the ancients

I raise my hands towards the sun,
That shines on my face through the branches of the oak.
I call out to the long forgotten words
And feel the power of the earth flowing into me.
In this sacred place I am not alone,
I hear the voices of the forest spirits.
My memories start to slowly awaken from the sleep
And I know - nothing is forgotten.

And then in front of me towards the setting sun
From the oak emerges a grey-haired man.
As if hypnotized I bow down my head before him;
The forest spirits whisper to me - it is the Krivu Krivs,
The wisest ancient sorcerer and seer,
He died long ago, but is still alive

"I am the spirit of this oak, never raise an axe here!
I will teach you, so that your mind becomes pure
If you dedicate your heart to me.
From the earth you were born, my son, not from the sky;
To your mother then return
So that your portion may be a sword and a plow
And know - nothing is forgotten! "