Moonsorrow — Sankaritarina song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sankaritarina" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
«Kuolee karja,
kuolee suku,
samaten itse kuolet;
vaan nimi
ei koskaan kuole,
hältäken on hyvän saanut.
Kuolee karja,
kuolee suku,
samaten itse kuolet;
yhden tiedän
mik' ei kuole:
manalle menneen maine."
(Hávamál)
Jo luku viimeinen saa,
surmansa kohdannut lepääsijallaan.
Veljet maljan simaa nostavat,
tyhjäksi juovat nimeen vainajan.
Kaunis laiva kantaakseen saa miehen rauenneen,
laskua tuonpuoleiseen se vartoo rannalla.
Aseet, korut, rikkaudet matkamies saa mukaansa,
alla suuren rovion lipuu hautansa.
(Ja katso! Voiko toista niin ylvästänäkyäolla
kuin hiljaisten liekkien kurotus tähtiäkohti.)
Kuolemaan me jok’ikinen kuljemme;
jumalat ovat elävät valinneet.
Veljemme syliin aaltojen laskemme;
jäähyvästi, sinut aina muistamme.
Kunniaa ei miekka voi taltuttaa;
jumalat ovat sankarit nimenneet.
Veljemme tuonen herralle luovutamme;
siis hyvästi — kunnes jälleen kohtaamme.
«Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
likewise you will die;
but the name
will never die,
of one who has done well.
Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
likewise you will die;
one I know
that never dies:
the fame of each one dead."
(Hávamál)
And so the last chapter is at hand,
who faced his death now rests on his place.
His brothers raise a chalice of mead
and drink it empty in the name of the late.
A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man,
on the shore it awaits release into what lies beyond.
Weapons, jewels, riches the traveller is armed with,
underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be sailing.
(And behold! Can there be another sight so grand
than of silent flames reaching out for the stars.)
Towards death we all are lead;
the gods have chosen those to live.
Our brother we lay on the lap of the waves;
fare ye well, you stay in our hearts.
Honour no sword can tame;
the gods have recited the heroic names.
Our brother we yield to the father of the dead;
fare ye well — until we meet again.
Lyrics translation
"Die cattle,
dying family,
you'll die, too.;
just a name
never die,
hältäken has a good one.
Die cattle,
dying family,
you'll die, too.;
one I know
mik ' won't die:
Mana's reputation."
(Hávamál)
Already the last chapter gets,
he was killed by his resting place.
Brethren toasting Mead,
empty the name of the deceased.
A beautiful ship to carry makes a man lapse,
landing in the afterlife, it's on the beach.
Guns, jewelry, riches traveller gets with him,
beneath the great pyre floats his grave.
(And look! Can you repeat with such a lofty vision
like a silent flame reaching out to a star.)
To die, we will walk ever;
the gods have chosen the living.
In our brother's arms the waves fall;
farewell, we will always remember you.
Glory cannot be subdued by the sword;
the gods have named heroes.
Our brother tuonen to the Lord we give up;
I mean, goodbye ... until we meet again.
"Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
like you will die;
but the name
will never die,
of one who has done well.
Cattle die,
kinsmen die,
like you will die;
one I know
that never dies:
the fame of each one dead."
(Hávamál)
And so the last chapter is at hand,
who faced his death now rest on his place.
His brothers raise a chalice of mead
and drink it empty in the name of the late.
A craft so beautiful now may carry a peaceful man,
on the shore it Awards release into what lies beyond.
Weapons, jewels, riches the Traveler is armed with,
underneath a vast pyre his grave will soon be sailing.
(And behold! Can there be another sight so grand
than of silent flames reaching out for the stars.)
Towards death we all are lead;
the gods have chosen those to live.
Our brother we lay on the lap of the waves;
fare ye well, you stay in our hearts.
Honor no sword can;
the gods have recited the heroin names.
Our brother we did too to the father of the dead;
fare ye well-until we meet again.