A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The legendary troll Flemmingrad

Everyone gathers in December
and we extol our cheerful friend
The soul of trolls
His name is well-known: Flemmingrad
 
After reminiscing the distant past,
we stuff grass in the nostrils
May he be blessed
Oh, the legendary troll
 

Bambola

Minden lánynak, akik jönnek és várnak zuhanva, zuhanva (igen)
És mindenki, aki beszélve beszél, azok hazugak, szívtiprók, szívtiprók (igen)
Minden este róla álmodsz, mialatt ő alszik, alszik (igen)
Az élet azoknak készült, akik szív nélkül élnek, lélegeznek
Tudom, hogy a szerelem
Nem könnyű
A kis szíveknek, melyek egyedül dobognak
Ápold a szívedet
Ne játszd ezt a játékot
Meglátod
 
Bambola, mi butterai
Bambola e non cambierai
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
 
Minden ezen alkalomnak, ahol semmibe vettem ezt a hangot, hangot (igen)
Ezt a suttogást, ami tisztán mondta nekem: Vigyázz magadra! Magadra (igen)
Megigézve bíztam, beleesve a táncodba, táncodba (igen)
A szerelem nem játssza meg magát, most ez nélkülem lesz
Tudom, hogy a szerelem
Nem könnyű
A kis szíveknek, melyek egyedül dobognak
Ápold a szívedet
Ne játszd ezt a játékot
Meglátod
 
Bambola, mi butterai
Bambola e non cambierai
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
 
Minden alkalomra, mikor mondtad, hogy hívni fogsz, de egyedül hagytad őt várni, várni (igen)
Minden alkalomra, mikor ott feküdt felkészülten, 'szülten (igen)
Minden alkalomra, mikor esküdtél, hogy ő az egyetlen, az egyetlen (igen)
Szavak, amik éjjel jöttek, mert magányos voltál
 
Bambola, mi butterai
Bambola e non cambierai
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
E come fossi una bambola
E come fossi una
 

The Ballad of Flemmingrad (Traditional Ver.)

There was a loyal a dearest troll,
who was loved by his great goodness.
This is Flemmingrad's song,
here he was greatly loved by all 'Slashtrois'.
 
They would give him foiegras, mold stew
and so he gobbled them down passionately.
How big was Flemmingrad!
He replenished his tummy in happiness.
 
And all of them saw him rolling down!
Laughing, he rolled down non-stop!
 
In a Winter's day, he saw human coming
and them trolls quickly rolled away.
However, giant Flemmingrad,
among the mountains he went to pasture.
 
People frightened, they wielded a sword
and Flemmy from the fjord, he never got out.
This is Flemmingrad's song!
There, he got trapped in for eternity.
 
Voice: In the shadows, but unforgotten.
 
Flemmy was never to roll down ever again!
Oh! Flemmy never rolled down again!
 
Voice: So, we celebrate this tradition.
 
In every December, everyone's assembled
to offer their respects to a troll.
Remembering for a friendship
as we all call as Flemmingrad.
 
His ancestors we were to find,
his nostrils we were to shave off.
In memorian we always build
the Big Flemmingrad's statue.
 
God bless his soul up in the sky!
Oh, Flemmy! The fungus-troll.
 

Flemmingrad the Troll

There was a troll, perhaps the biggest,
Exemplary of honor with the best fungus.
The story of Flemmingrad the Troll,
Anyone from around here could tell it.
 
He ate with gusto and a voracious appetite.
No one else could consume what he would.
He became the great Flemmingrad.
A troll primed for his own well-being.
 
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
We loved his gift, gift, gift.
 
One day, the humans showed up.
And the trolls tried to flee through the gap.
But giant Flemmingrad
Got stuck trying to go through.
 
One frightened man drew his sword.
Flemmy remained in that fjord.
We lost our Flemmingrad.
And now our sadness makes us reminisce.
(He still hasn't been forgotten.)
 
Without Flemmi, without his gift, gift, gift.
Rolling was his gift, gift, gift.
(And that's why we have this tradition.)
 
Every December it's our duty
To pay homage and give thanks
To that friend who only ever gave*
The troll known as Flemmingrad
 
We dig down deep in every garden.
In its nostrils we lay tufts of grass.
It's our way of remembering
Of recreating Flemmingrad.
To the fungus that he made for us.
To Flemmi, the great troll.
 

We Are The Ones Who Are Late

Salutation from here, the noble of Oblivion!
Where only darkness will carry you
To pay the ransom for the morning sun
We are the ones who are late
 
Night will hold you, carry you in its arms
Like a maiden over a treshold
Like soot, foam reaches the shore of freedom
We are, we are the ones who are so late
 
Go, misplace your dreams
Once the sky will fall upon us
We will be washing dishes with tears
Of tranquil seas
There is no wolf to howl at the moon
That, stroking with its chilly light,
Brushes our hair
 
The one who is locked in a chest, latched a thousand times
The keys have vanished into the rising sun
Will not recognize blood running between cuts
We are
We are
We are the ones who are late
 
Go, misplace your dreams
Once the sky will fall upon us
We will be washing dishes with tears
Of tranquil seas
There is no wolf to howl at the moon
That with its chilly light
Brushes our hair
 

Meeting with a Past Love

Meeting with a past love,
It isn't known why, but always moving...
With time everything looks different,
But it was nice, that's indisputable.
 
Vainly I see with hostility,
the changes apparent on him.
One just stands and dare not to speak,
Some love is just incurable.
 
Come, several hours of sunshine,
Still, we need to go steady again!
Still the big conversation awaits,
Maybe we can find out what was the problem with us.
 
Come, several hours of sunshine,
We find many old topics.
And the farewell will be oh so hard again,
Like the times we have divorced so far.
 
Meeting with a past love,
Bad date,
But forgivable.
One waves goodbye with a crooked smile,
whilst knowing inside, crying would be good.