Un po' di metal estone.
Testo in estone
Spoiler:
Jah, merevahust murdu sööb purjelaeva rind
Täis terashalli väge on iga mehe hing
Kui vahuvalgeid laineid löövad iilid üle pea
ei pelgu tunne mehed, ei hirmu nime tea
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm
siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing
Kui vajub raskelt randa see merelaeva voor
siis võõra ranna lehka veab iga sõõmupaar
Ei toeta käsi mõõka, ei oda hoia klann
ent kui tarvis, haarab tera iga rusik’, raevus ramm
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm
siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm
vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm
On meresoolast vettind’ minu tuulest paakund kuub
on tormilained räsind’, tüügashabe mõõtmas tuult
Kui silmapiiri poole vaob purjelaeva mast
on igamehe mõtted kus meremehe kast –
üks peotäis mulda oma koduaia alt
vahe tera, tükk leiba ja kiri armsamalt
Kui veripunast koitu neelab meremehe silm
siis vaba on me vaim ja vaba on me hing
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm
vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm
Ei pelgu tunne süda, ei rajalt eksi samm
vaid vaprust seitse sülda ja vabatmehe ramm
Testo in inglese
Spoiler:
Yes, the prow of the sailing ship bites the foaming sea
Filled with steel-gray vigour is every mans soul
When the gusts blow foam-white waves over the heads
The men are not afraid, dread has no meaning for them
When the sea-mans eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
As the boats from the sea-ship settle down on the shore
Every breath draws in the stench of foreign soil
The hands dont hold swords, the clan bears no spears
But if needed, every fist grips a blade, with power from rage
When the sea-mans eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
The heart feels no fear, we wont stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
The brine has soaked my wind-hardened coat
Gales have entangled the stumpy beard that measures the wind
As the sailing ship fades away to the horizon
Every mans thoughts are with the seamans chest
A handful of soil from ones own garden
Sharp steel, a piece of bread and a sweethearts letter
When the sea-mans eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
The heart feels no fear, we wont stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
The heart feels no fear, we wont stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men