Skolot - Groza (Гроза) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

The Storm

The Storm (2018 version)
 
The shore grew quiet, a weary gloom fell,
Carrion crows wheeling above
At the thunder’s insistent warning bell
The still waters began to move
 
The storm will colour the darkening sky
With a flourish of runic fire
And heard in the night-time rain's falling sigh
The strings of a silver lyre
 
Come night the ferocious host will be spent,
Brave men by death carried away
And no-one will tend them, no-one will be sent
To those who fought in the day
Those who took on the unequal fight
And stood as an iron wall
And found peace and undying light
Mid the howl of the night-time squall
 
The storm will colour the darkening sky
With a flourish of runic fire
And heard in the night-time rain's falling sigh
The strings of a silver lyre
Strings of a silver lyre
Strings of a silver lyre
 
Rain will sing the funeral hymn,
And wash every blood-covered brow
The dry grey grass will become for them
The caress of a funeral shroud
Bucklers and swords still held firm in the hand,
No disgrace to have died this way
Before the spirits of their fathers they spotless stand,
Ready for judgement day
 
The storm will colour the darkening sky
With a flourish of runic fire
And heard in the night-time rain's falling sigh
The strings of a silver lyre
Strings of a silver lyre
Strings of a silver lyre
 
It came to pass that they drained to the last
The cup of honour in war
Now flying high in the morning sky
Their souls, so light and pure
Souls, so light and pure
 
(C) Richard Coombes. Feel free to make use of this translation, but please always attribute to Richard Coombes. Thank you


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