A keresés eredménye

A Farkas Förgeteg (Farkas Vihar) *

Simíts végig ujjaiddal a hegeimen
Útjaink a csillagokkal dacolva keresztezik egymást
Nyisd fel a sebeket utána gyógyítsd be őket
Míg ki nem adják a sorsunk mintázatát
 
Álmaimból menekülsz reggelente
Keserű akár az egres, édes akár az orgona
Göndör fekete loknikról ** szeretnék álmodni
Könnyáztatta ibolyaszín szemekről.
 
A farkast követvén bemegyek a hóviharba
És megtalálom makacs szíved,
- Haragon és borún túl, -
Megkövülten, de lángra lobbantom, szélfútta ajkaimmal
 
Álmaimból menekülsz reggelente
Keserű akár az egres, édes akár az orgona
Göndör fekete loknikról szeretnék álmodni
Könnyáztatta ibolyaszín szemekről.
 
Nem tudom, te vagy-e a végzetem
Vagy csak a vak szerelem kötött-e össze
Amikor anno kimondtam a kívánságom
Magadon kívül szerettél-e belém?
 
Álmaimból menekülsz reggelente
Keserű akár az egres, édes akár az orgona
Göndör fekete loknikról szeretnék álmodni
Könnyáztatta ibolyaszín szemekről.
 

The Fields of Ard Skellig

O, boatman,
I often look from the highest hill
(Wherever you go...)
That I might see my boatman.
(Wherever you go...)
 
O, boatman,
I often look from the highest hill...
(Wherever you go...)
 

Priscilla's Song - The Wolven Storm

Run your finger on the trail of my scars,
To connect our ways, in defiance of stars.
Open these wounds, and then heal them,
Until they arrange themselves in the intricate pattern of fate.
 
You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.
 
In the wake of wolf I'll go in the snowstorm
And I'll track your stubborn heart down.
Through anger and sadness,
Hardened into stone, I'll kindle the lips lashed with the wind.
 
You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.
 
I don't know if you are my destiny,
Or if love has bounded us by blind luck.
When I uttered my wish,
Did you fall in love with me in spite of yourself then?
 
You escape from my dreams in the morning,
Sour as a gooseberry, sweet as a lilac.
I want to dream about tangled black curls,
About violet eyes, moist with tears.
 

Priscilla's Song

Break a path through the scars and rough wounds with your finger
To couple our paths against fate
Open those wounds and heal them once again
Let them form into the pattern of fate
 
You flee my dreams from the early morning deftly
Tart eatberry, sweet lilac
I want to dream of your black curl
Of your violet eyes, that the shadow of tears blears
 
I will follow in Wolf's footprints in the snow
And will reach the daring heart early in the morning
Through the anger and sorrow, that harden rigidly
I will rouse the lips frozen in the wind
 
You flee my dreams from the early morning deftly
Tart eatberry, sweet lilac
I want to dream of your black curl
Of your violet eyes, that the shadow of tears blears
 
I don't know if you're my destiny
Or I am beholden to fate for the flame
When I put attraction into desire
Didn't you fall in love for your own good?
 
You flee my dreams from the early morning deftly
Tart eatberry, sweet lilac
I want to dream of your black curl
Of your violet eyes, that the shadow of tears blears
 

Priscilla's Song - The Wolven Storm

Lie your hand in the remains of my scars,
to forever bind together the opposing stars.
Open the wounds and heal them again
until you picture the entangled pattern of out fate.
 
In the morning you flee from my dreams,
bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac.
In my dreams I see your raven black locks,
your violet eyes wet with tears.
 
I follow the wolf's footsteps in the blizzard,
to find your obstinate heart.
transfigured into ice by rage and sadness,
let me melt your cold lips with a kiss.
 
In the morning you flee from my dreams,
bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac.
In my dreams I see your raven black locks,
your violet eyes wet with tears.
 
I ask myself if you´re my destiny,
or if oly choice brought us together.
As I worded my last wish,
were you forcefully brought here, to love me forever?
 
In the morning you flee from my dreams,
bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac.
In my dreams I see your raven black locks,
your violet eyes wet with tears.
 

Priscilla's Song - The Wolven Storm

Trace my scars with your fingers
to entwine our paths.
Open the wounds that never close,
until their patterns shape the fates.
 
The sun draws you away from my dreams,
making my sweet day bitter.
I get tangled in your black vines
and swim in the violet of your eyes.
 
Wolf footsteps on the snow guide me,
bringing me to your immobile heart.
Fury and sadness crystalised,
let your sweet lips flare.
 
The sun draws you away from my dreams,
making my sweet day bitter.
I get tangled in your black vines
and swim in the violet of your eyes.
 
I don't know if you're my fate,
or if perhaps love joined us together.
When I voiced out my desire,
did you come to me without you willing it?
 
The sun draws you away from my dreams,
making my sweet day bitter.
I get tangled in your black vines
and swim in the violet of your eyes.
 

The Wolven Storm - Priscilla's Song

These scars you have been tracing for so long
The paths have crossed to displace the stars
The gaping wounds are to be healed again
As though it were a destiny left in us
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 
I will follow your wolf-like steadfast heart
Pushing its way right through a snowstorm
The wrath, the grief, have moistened my lips
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 
I don't even know if you are my destiny
Or if a chance has brought us here
When I whispered this wish, did it ever grant me a fake love?
Fleeing a dream, I am alone at the break of dawn
Bitter gooseberries, sweet lilac
Your raven locks entwined in a dream
And your violet eyes, moist as you weep
 

Priscilla's Ballad

Along my wounds, slide your hands
To challenge the stars and combine our faiths.
Open these injuries again and look at me :
My bruised body is destiny's canvas.
 
From my dreams you flee at dawn,
Your cherry-red and lilac perfume.
I want to smell your long black curls
And to get lost in your pale lilac eyes, shining from the tears.
 
Tracking (you) down, I go forward without fear
And pursue tirelessly your rebellious heart.
Afterwards anger, melancholy,
I come fetch the warmth of your embrace
 
From my dreams you flee at dawn,
Your cherry-red and lilac perfume.
I want to smell your long black curls
And to get lost in your pale lilac eyes, shining from the tears.
 
I can't say if you're my destiny
Or if it's the fate that brought us together.
When I made my wish, that it was granted,
Is your love the reflection of your thoughts ?
 
From my dreams you flee at dawn
Your cherry-red and lilac perfume
I want to smell your long black curls
And to get lost in your pale lilac eyes, shining from the tears.