Текст песни Тол Мириам - Сэр Манелиг

Sir Mannelig

Only the sun lit up a blooming meadow in the morning,
Fertile ripe fields,
Carried around, heavy cold swept around,
Late cry of underground motifs -
From the house of the deserted, from useless years,
From the caves of the unknown dark
The princess of the mountain trolls got heavily out into the light,
Her voice was weak and cunning:

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, will you not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess?
There is no road ahead, the trace is lost in the past -
Say & quot; yes & quot; I’m or & quot; no & quot ;.

My race is noble, it is a race of kings -
Do not be ashamed to intermarry with me
Long fell asleep in the bottomless land of the earth,
Became ancestors in abandoned tombs.
Long ago, the torches went out in the caves of their relatives,
No drunken revels;
Deaf cold darkness crept up to us from the back,
And do not hear the children's laughter.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, will you not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess?
Glory era gone along with a song about it
Our old days ...

Take mine as a present, forty-eight in number,
Where there are more diamonds than coal -
It’s hard to swim in luxury for a long time
One happy to be her if I can?
Silver vein deep underground
Mountains of emeralds, sapphires;
Kirk was forgotten by the walls, and suffocating the peace,
My bedroom is empty and damp -

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, will you not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess?
The road remained to me to a person from the outside -
Say & quot; yes & quot; me or & quot; no & quot;

Take the underground stream with enchanted water,
It heals any wounds -
But my kind is not able to bring her young,
My people, as we were;
A herd of horses, uncut, not hand-fed,
Sedok did not know until now -
And their foals neigh at the underground river,
And play mother with them.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, will you not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess?
No spark, no memory of the dead fire,
In the long-standing pain of pain ...

I remember our mills a friendly choir of the millstones,
A song of bright joyous copper,
For us, their spirits rotated, and there is no one
Our gods will not answer me.
Your gift to the best will be our ancient sword,
What forged mountain gnomes.
He couldn’t save his bold masters
From the centuries of old dark.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, will you not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess?
Bend over the cradle in your side -
Say & quot; yes & quot; me or & quot; no & quot;

Your gifts are beautiful, I would gladly take them,
Be you a Christian virgin.
Father in heaven will say - it is impossible to be a union
Should I desire the wrath of the Lord?
Your words are mysterious and the thoughts are black,
This is true troll tricks!
The temptation of the grave and the child of Satan
Do not confuse my soul Bole!

And the mountains shook, and the avalanches came down,
Unbending broken by faith.
Since then, dark and quiet in the hot depths of the earth,
Black winds set loose.
Only a bitter echo is heard in the wrong silence
From the depths of the abandoned galleries:
"Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, do not marry me,
On the mountain troll princess? & Quot;