Hora Zulu — Crom en Su Montaña song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Crom en Su Montaña" by Hora Zulu.
Lyrics
Tus malas yerbas no crecen tus malas artes no cuajan
Baraja bien tu baraja y administra tu ventaja
Tus sueños te pertenecen no malgastes tu viaje
Llegarán las horas bajas ya habrá que pagar peajes
Despojate de mortajas deshazte de tu equipaje
Trenza tus tejemanejes maneja bien el lenguaje
Que se entienda tu mensaje y siempre gire en torno a un eje
Mas de a uno en su bagaje lo quemaron por hereje
Devuelve tal como encajas dales lo que se merecen
Sus malas artes no cuajan sus malas hierbas no crecen
Venceremos por tutatis por belenos
Derrotemos a esos memos solo siganme los buenos
Y a los vientos entonemos juntos canticos de guerra con encono
Mas de un rey con nuestra hazaña se quedará sin su trono
Que la muerte victoriosa nos acoja entre sus senos
Crom en su montaña no esperará de nosotros menos
Y a su altura se ve claro que tu suerte esta pactada
Te sirve de luz de faro; bajo su amparo tu espada
Y desde arriba te echa cuentas
Sabe bien por quien tu lloras
Te ve defenderte a tientas ve pasar por ti las horas
Si de pronto tu destino se te escapa de las manos
Y lo hace porque nada te es ajeno entre lo humano
Si al volver la vista atras tus penas te parecen menos
Eso va a ser por que ya probaste un tiempo su veneno
Si no van a valorar nunca tu esfuerzo sera en vano
El mirar a los demás, te da ganas de poner freno
Te empeñaste hoy en cruzar sobre tu ego este pantano
Y no puedes porque nada de lo humano te es ajeno
Porque igual no hay dias de miel y gloria pa el último mono
Como zeus sobre esos gusanos sin fé mandas tus truenos
Venceremos, por tutatis por belenos
Derrotemos a esos memos solo siganme los buenos
Y a los vientos entonemos juntos canticos de guerra con encono
Mas de un rey con nuestra hazaña se quedará sin su trono
Que la muerte victoriosa nos acoja entre sus senos
Crom en su montaña no esperará de nosotros menos
Lyrics translation
Your weeds don't grow your weeds don't grow
Play your deck well and manage your advantage
Your dreams belong to you don't waste your journey
Low hours will arrive and tolls will have to be paid
Get rid of Shrouds get rid of your luggage
Braid your weaves handle the language well
That your message is understood and always revolves around an axis
More than one in his luggage was burned for heretic
Give them what they deserve
Your bad Arts Don't crop your weeds don't grow
We will win for tutatis for belenos
Let's beat those memos. just follow the good ones.
And to the winds let us sing together songs of war with encono
More than one king with our feat will be left without his throne
May the victorious death welcome us among their breasts
Crom on his mountain will not expect from us less
And at its height it is clear that your luck is agreed
For thy light is a beacon: under his cover thy sword
And from above he's counting on you
It tastes good who you cry for
He sees you groping to defend yourself he sees the hours pass by you
If suddenly your destiny slips out of your hands
And he does it because nothing is alien to you among the human
If you look back your sorrows seem less
That's gonna be because you've tasted his poison for a while.
If they don't value your effort will never be in vain
Looking at others makes you want to put the brakes on
You made an effort today to cross over your ego this swamp
And you can't because nothing human is alien to you
Because maybe there are no days of honey and glory pa The Last monkey
Like zeus on those faithless maggots you send your Thunder
We will win, for tutatis for belenos
Let's beat those memos. just follow the good ones.
And to the winds let us sing together songs of war with encono
More than one king with our feat will be left without his throne
May the victorious death welcome us among their breasts
Crom on his mountain will not expect from us less