A keresés eredménye

Warshavjanka

The oppressors crack their whips on our backs,
the white army stands against us.
We must fight,
die or win,
we do not know the destiny ahead us.
But we lift the purple cloth,
which calls the workers to battle.
Bravely for the brotherhood cause
we march and our song echoes everywhere.
 
For our only cause, so precious and righteous
you drudges, march on
For our only cause, so precious and righteous,
you drudges, march on
 
Our brothers are imprisoned in dungeons,
the avengers took what is more precious than gold
The thugs and thieves walk around gloating,
we will allow this no longer!
On the road of battles against injustice
we walk and our swords ring with revenge.
Though individuals may fall there,
their memory can never die!
 
For our only cause, so precious and righteous
you drudges, march on
For our only cause, so precious and righteous,
you drudges, march on
 
We smash the sceptres and crowns.
we break the chains of slavery

Song of the drunkards (or the drunk song)

La la la la la la
La la la la la la
(x4)
 
The boys left for the city
The hat tilting
In a merry mood
And a bottle in their pocket
 
Here they feel no worries
Two friends
But beneath the bottle
Again sits the black Devil
 
From the market we went around
And went to the tavern
A bottle there was emptied
And the pockets from money
 
The daggers swung, as well as fists
Brought bread as well as water
In the bottom of the empty bottle
Is a thousand Devils
 
Here they feel no worries
Two friends
But beneath the bottle
Again sits the black Devil
 
When we rode back home
Behind the never ending pain
The hag took the rolling pin
And the eye was black
 
Here they feel no worries
Two friends
But beneath the bottle
Again sits the black Devil
 
The police hits with the baton
And the hag with the shovel
So back to the tavern
Now there I want to be
 

The Internationale (drinking song)

(In Swedish)
More booze in my glass
More glasses on the table
More tables to this party
More parties to this Earth
 
More Earths around the moon
More moons around Mars
More marches to Skåne
More Skåne, forsooth!
 
(In Finnish)
More booze in my glass
More glasses on the table
More tables to this party
More parties for the people
 
More people for Finland
More Finland on Earth
More land for (Greater) Finland
Let's march to Karelia, to Karelia!
 

The Pike And Other Miracles

There's a pike moving in the ceiling,
I bet it means you harm
Screw the bottle open,
a drink will drive away the beast
 
A lizard crawls from under the table,
it stares you with evil eyes
Chug another drink,
the hallucination will disappear
 
A seal is sitting next to you,
slapping your diaphragm with its tail
As long as you don't decline a drink,
the walrus will turn into a lady again
 
A cow is mooing on the table,
trying to make you drink milk
A fourth drink, goddamnit,
will poison the lactic acid
 

Crimea Crisis

Oh my friends if only we had
Ukraine's peninsula and a Tsar!
With no international observers
We'd have a democratic election!
Then, comrade, we'd have no worries
Only one percent object to the conquest
Oh my friends if only we had
Ukraine's peninsula and a Tsar!
 
All peoples unite and rejoice
Everything's allowed except anal!
Do not touch your brothers
For a good slav doesn't do the gay!
Lead by Putin we march
Towards the Soviet sunrise
Let its rays always shine
Brighter than the rainbow!
 

March of the Red Guard

The small nation of Finland
is breaking out of its chains
the bowl of distress is full already.
Against this cruel tyranny
we're arising from our land, our army
the best sons of this noble nation for the battle.
 
The government is strong
a bunch of traitors
it spreads horror and pain all over this miserable land.
This democracy
is pushing its brave men into the world
we're battling for life, for death.
 
The struggle is escalating
while the will for freedom
is only growing among the poor.
The government won't be helped
by torment, torture or pain
the brave are falling with the song of freedom on their lips.
 
The bureaucracy is worrying about
the prisons and the underworld
hanging without trial, decapitation.
The hero of the revolution
shall sacrifice their lifeblood
the redemption of freedom will be expensive.
 
For how long shall we still
see butchering
until the nation has its freedom.
In the middle of the combat
one cannot know who is winning
the revolution or the regression.
 
The storms of revolution
rebels and waves
are washing the realm from edge to edge.
There may the evil spirits
thirsty for lifeblood
drink the gore with the ravens.
 
When we sow
once it will grow
into a new era of happiness, hundreds of times better
Then the democracy of Finland
shall thank its hero sons
that heroism will be rewarded by tears of happiness.
 

Long Have We Suffered

:,: Long have we suffered hunger and cold,
Fighting in the Balkan mountains. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: The music played as our boys marched,
on the walls of Gornij Dubnjak. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: Boys lie buried in the Balkan sands,
On the other side of the Danube. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: If our bodies die, our souls remain
a heritage for our beloved fatherland. :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 
:,: Hooray, now our company is heading home,
To the sweet shores of Finland! :,:
:,: Oh precious fatherland, Finland the sweet North
There's no land more dear to us. :,:
 

The Road Is Hard to Walk On

The road is hard to walk on and the rifle is heavy to carry.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei, 1
And the rifle is heavy to carry!
 
When you don't know whom to give your heart.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
To give your heart!
 
The doctor turned and the medic twisted and the boy was found fit.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
And the boy was found fit!
 
The boy was made into a conscript in the crown troops.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
A conscript!
 
And the civilians they don't know the value of that soldier.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
The value of that soldier!
 
In the eyes of girls the soldier is worth ten civilians.
Sun valvarivei, sun valvarivei.
Worth ten civilians!
 

• 1. This part is just pig latin