Celtefog - Winter Again

It’s the rain
Which is falling
On my face
In my soul

And those clouds
In the grey sky
Which they're playing
With my mind

And In dawn
I’m waiting
For your coming
Like a breath

But in dusk
A dismay
Only shadows
Once again

I am a Celt in the fog
All alone
Lost in a cloudy world
I’m looking for hope

Like a thick tight rope
Oh God
Always in fight on my own
Nailing the knife to the bone

I am a Celt in the fog
And my land is laying a thousand miles away
I have the gods on my side
To accompany me on my way to return Открыть страницу с текстом

An olden plain
Blessed by the gods
Been rowed by the ancients
I call it "home"

I miss those mountains
The smell of sea
I miss those days
When I was free
---
And all the gods
Of the forgotten days
Around a fire.
They’ll take their place
And I, into the flames I will reveal my self
To them,
And I will smile
---
I've burned my body
I've burned my soul
Into those flames
I've been reborn

I feel alive
Into the smoke
Next to my ancients
Next to my folk
---
Του Βάλτου οι Θεοί
Ήρθανε με την βροχή!
Με αίμα ραντίσαν τη γη
Κι έγινε αρχαίο κρασί

Και στα Πιέρια βουνά
Στήσαν χορό στα ιερά
Ήπιαμε απ’το κρασί
Μέθυσαν και οι νεκροί Открыть страницу с текстом

Stemmen din klinger over fjell og fjord
Din ånd lever videre, i hver eneste lyd

His spirit was formed
At the northern shores
That place where at nights
You see the old Gods

Proud of his land,
Τhe Sognefjord
Inspired by the brightness
Of the lights of the North
    
Stemmen din klinger over fjell og fjord
Din ånd lever videre, i hver eneste lyd

His ancestors’ voices
Whispered his name
Valfar ein Windir
Valfar the great
-
He wanted to meet them
And stepped on the mountain of goats
The snow surrounded him
He slept in the arms of his Spiritlord
-
There is a place
Among the braves!
Which his accordion
Sings great tales

For a Norwegian
Who walks in the storm
On his way to A Journey
to the end
-
Above the Northern mountains
Τhe wind will be forever cold

And the rain will fall like tears
For the hero who has died alone... Открыть страницу с текстом

Η χειμωνιά
πέφτει βαριά
κι εγώ κοιτώ
Τα σύννεφα

Blizzard around
the marsh. Τοο cold.
And I’m leaving
tracks on the snow

Η χειμωνιά
πέφτει βαριά
κι αφήνομαι
στην παγωνιά

Winter again
In my cold soul
But the blood in my veins
Is still flowing hot

Ahhh
Winter again
Surrounded from darkness

Ahhh
Winter again
The nature is sleeping Открыть страницу с текстом

Τρανόν φωνήν, τρανόν βοήν. Οργή και παρακάλια.

Εσκώθεν θρήνος και κλαυθμός την ώραν ντ’ ενταμώθαν.
Τα δέντρα εχαμήλωσαν κι εντούναν τα κλαδία,
τα πέτρας ενεστέναζαν κι έκλαιγαν τα ποτάμια.
Κλαίγνε τ’ ανθρώπ’ς ντ’ επέθαναν, τ’ ανθρώπ’ς π’ εμαυροζήναν.

Ανοίξτεν νέα μνήματα και παλαιά ταφία,
ανοίξτεν σιδερόπορτας τη Άδ’ αραχνιασμένα.

Ανοίξτεν χέρια άκλερα και αγκάλιας οστουδένια.
Έσκέρται τ’ αίμαν το χουλέν, ντ’ εφέκετεν ’ς σον κόσμον...

Ουρανόν επεδέβε μας, κι η μαύρη Γη ’κί σκών’ μας,
η Θάλασσα επέμνε μας, το πέλαγος περμέν’ μας. Открыть страницу с текстом