Koldbrann — Goat Lodge tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Goat Lodge", wykonawca: Koldbrann.
Tekst piosenki
In search of meager serenity
Cunning demons ever striding
My arsenal of spirits
shall haul me through the night
In clouded visions, in distorted dreams
I’m out in the open, driven to the brink
As the dead hill comes into view
there is nothing inbetween
By the cruelty of nature
By the madness of the sea
She will settle for nothing less
She will claim as she has given
The Cormorant in the distance
Blackwinged scout of Utrøst
Standing tall, in lonely majesty
like an ill-boding totem
Whispering birches
Ancient soil of Suicide
Across the field of thorns
tearing up my old sores
Looking down that dismal road
I shall never forget their faces
So many a fellow lost
hanging from the gallows pole
Strangely, still connected
Bound by an ageless ritual
The blood of the traitors
washed away with the morning tide
The Dweller of the Threshold
reaching into his bag of tricks
The song of the Yellow Jester
an omen of the coming harvest
A passage to the clearing unfolds
sacret stone formation
The shadow of Ibex horns
appear before my weary feet
Turning the familiar key
open the door to my interior places
As howling winds go silent
I surrender to my sanctity
In the chamber of reflections
retracing my faltering steps
Cheap Kalinka and kettle coffee
rid my heart of these overgrown burdens
On the outside, the world is moving
the same ugly ways as ever before
Unbeknown to what resides beneath them
and to what end their blood shall trickle
The old, mounted trophies
are playing their games of mockery
By the horned moon, breathing life
into these devious paintings
crafted by hands unknown
Much too real, as if immersed
into a Dream within a Dream
cease to live through the broken shards
Blackout is a gift from below
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
W poszukiwaniu skromnego spokoju
Przebiegłe demony zawsze kroczą
Mój arsenał duchów
shall haul me through the night
W zachmurzonych wizjach, w zniekształconych snach
Jestem na otwartej przestrzeni, doprowadzony do krawędzi
As the dead hill comes into view
nie ma nic pomiędzy
Przez okrucieństwo natury
By the madness of the sea
Zadowoli się niczym innym.
Będzie twierdzić tak, jak dała
Kormoran w oddali
Blackwinged scout of Utrøst
Standing tall, in lonely majesty
jak chory totem
Whispering birches
Ancient soil of Suicide
Across the field of thorns
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Looking down that dismal road
Nigdy nie zapomnę ich twarzy.
"So many a fellow lost"
wisi na szubienicy
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Krew zdrajców
zmyta z porannym przypływem
Mieszkaniec progu
sięgając do jego torby sztuczek
Pieśń żółtego błazna
an omen of the coming harvest
Przejście na polanę rozwidla się
formacja sacret stone
The shadow of Ibex horns
ukaż się przed mymi zmęczonymi stopami
Turning the familiar key
"open the door to my interior places"
As howling winds go silent
Poddaję się Mojej Świętości.
In the chamber of reflections
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Tania Kalinka i kawa czajnik
uwolnij moje serce od tych przerośniętych ciężarów
Na Zewnątrz, świat się rusza.
te same brzydkie sposoby jak zawsze
Unbekown to what residents beneath them
i na jaki koniec ich krew spływa
Stare trofea
bawią się w kpiny.
By the rogate moon, breathing life
w te przebiegłe obrazy
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Zbyt realne, jakby zanurzone
into a Dream within a Dream
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Blackout is a gift from below