Текст и перевод песни Skyforger - Son of the Mare

Son of the Mare

Skaidravota malā
Kalna galā
Laima likteni raksta
Pavedienu pin
Zelta ratiņu kājas min
Kam dzīvot, kam mirt
Kur skanēt smiekliem, kur asarām birt
Cits garš, cits īss
Kādu lems, tādu pavedienu vīs
Kūkoja dzeguze kokā
Sēž jauna saimniece, sēž, raud aiz loga
Kaut jel Laima dēlu man dotu
Es viņu auklētu, apmīļotu
Neraudi meitiņ, Laima jau zin'
Laima likteni raksta, pavedienu pin
Kad laiks būs varonim nākt
Varonim nākt, savu stāstu sākt
Sapnī tu redzēsi ko tev būs darīt
Līdaku noķert, ķidāt un vārīt
Kura to līdaku ēdusi būs
Tā no tās dienas grūta kļūs
Pus cilvēks, pus zvērs – dzims ķēvei dēls
Kā tērauds, kā krams – neuzveicams
Notiks viss tā kā jau Laima to lēma
Trīs būs pavisam, kas līdaku ēda
Piedzims dēls saimniecei, kalponei arī
Trešais visskaļāk brēks ķēves stallī
Pus cilvēks, pus zvērs – dzims ķēvei dēls
Kā tērauds, kā krams – neuzveicams
Kā brāļi tie kļūs
Tomēr pārāks par citiem viens būs
Ne par gadiem, bet dienām viņš augs
Ķēves dēls, Kurbads to sauks!
Neviens darbs nav tam par grūtu
Trešajā gadā jau mežā to sūta
Septītā droši viņš zobenu ceļ
Kā zirņus akmeņus veļ
Kurbads – Ķēves dēls

Son of the Mare

On the edge of the clear spring
On the top of the hill
Fate writes its destiny
Weaves its thread
The golden chariot's legs spin
Who will live, who will die
Where will laughter sound, where will tears fall
Some long, some short
Whatever it decides, it will spin such a thread
A cuckoo cuckooed in a tree
A young mistress sits, sits and weeps outside the window
If only Fate would give me a son
I would cradle him, caress him
Don't cry, my girl, Fate already knows
Fate writes its destiny, weaves its thread
When it's time for the hero to come
For the hero to come, to start his tale
In your dream you will see what you must do
Catch a pike, gut it and cook it
Whoever eats that pike
She will become pregnant from that day
Half man, half beast - the mare will bear a son
Like steel, like flint - invincible
Everything will happen as Fate has decided
There will be three in total who ate the pike
The mistress will bear a son, the maid too
The third will cry the loudest in the mare's stable
Half man, half beast - the mare will bear a son
Like steel, like flint - invincible
They will become like brothers
Yet one will be superior to the others
Not by years, but by days he will grow
The mare's son, Kurbad is his name!
No task is too difficult for him
In the third year he is already sent into the forest
In the seventh he confidently wields a sword
He hurls stones like peas
Kurbad - Son of the Mare