Moonsorrow — Tuulen Tytär/ Soturin Tie song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Tuulen Tytär/ Soturin Tie" by Moonsorrow.
Lyrics
Kuule kuinka tuulen tytär
laulaa kaunista lauluaan.
Kuinka henkäyksensä
lumpeita hiljaa liikuttaa.
Syvään vihreään silmien noiden
valo tähtien lankeaa.
Sydämessään voima kuin heleä nauru
joka kantaa maailmain taa.
Aikojen saattoon tuulen tytär
laulaa kaunista lauluaan.
Aallon eksyneen kotiin kutsunsa saa.
Hellä kätensä metsän kehtoa keinuttaa.
Suuri on hänen väkevyytensä,
valtava hänen voimansa.
Karuilla mailla kasvanut
mies alla jäisen tuulen.
Vain vire joukkonsa johtaa
myrskyn silmästä tyveneen.
Soturin tie on mainettaan kantaa,
ei miekkaansa maahan laskea saa.
Soturi, sankari,
viitan kultaisen kantaja.
Taisteluun, kuolemaan,
tiellä jumalten kaupunkiin.
O' hear the daughter of the wind
singing her fairest song.
How gently her silent breath
caresses the lilies on the open lake.
Into the deepest green of her eyes
is cast the light of stars.
In her heart, strength like brightest laughter
that endures beyond worlds.
'til the end of time daughter of the wind
is singing her fairest song.
A lost wave guided home by her call.
The sleeping woodland cradled by her hand.
Grand is his power
and enormous his strength.
Man grown on barren lands,
grown under an icy wind.
A mere breeze can lead its forces
to calm through the eye of a storm.
The way of a warrior is to bear his name,
never to lower his sword.
Warrior, a hero,
bearer of the golden cloak.
Into battle, into death,
on the path to the city of the gods.
Lyrics translation
Hear how the daughter of the wind
she sings her beautiful song.
How his breath
silently moving the snow.
Deep green eyes of those
the light falls on the stars.
In his heart strength like a hearty laugh
who carries the world behind him.
Daughter of the wind of time
she sings her beautiful song.
You get an invitation to the lost-in-the-wave home.
His gentle hand swings the cradle of the forest.
Great is his strength,
huge strength.
Growing on rugged land
the man under the icy wind.
Only tune his troops to lead
from the eye of the storm to the bottom.
The warrior's way is to bear his reputation,
you can't lay your sword on the ground.
Warrior, hero,
the Golden bearer of the Cape.
Battle, death,
on the road to the city of the gods.
O'hear the daughter of the wind
singing her fairest song.
How gentle her silent breath
caresses the lilies on the open lake.
Into the deepest green of her eyes
is cast the light of stars.
In her heart, strength like bright laughter
that endures beyond worlds.
'til the end of time daughter of the wind
is singing her fairest song.
A lost wave guided home by her call.
The sleeping woodland cradled by her hand.
Grand is his power
and enormous his strength.
Man grown on barren lands,
grow under an icy wind.
A mere breeze can lead its forces
to calm through the eye of a storm.
The way of a warrior is to bear his name,
never to lower his sword.
Warrior, a hero,
bearer of the golden cloak.
Into battle, into death,
on the path to the city of the gods.