Хельга - Печальный скальд - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Sing me a song, sad scald, sing about what is oppressing me. Hundreds of my brothers are already, will not return to their native Ford. Their faceless goal called, in distant countries to show off with a blade. The wind with the sail was one, the gods themselves drew the way. Sing me a song, sad scald sing about those whose thread was broken. Whose Dracars went to the bottom, remaining ingloriously rot, sing about the battles among the blue darkness, sing, do not try to be silent about how hard the armor was in the death hour, how thunder was met with blades. Sing so that the cold pierced my hearts to sing me, a sad scald hand into the blood, tearing the thread of the strings of the RVI, my brothers Glory. Sing the singer, not embarrassed by tears, sing a song for the last time to sing about those who drink in Valgalla and protects the places for us.