Tyr
–
Stýrisvølurin
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Текст песни "Tyr — Stýrisvølurin"
Og hv?r i? enn klettum rur ei vindi v?
Teir hildu um st?risv?l t?dnin leg?i
"Legg upp loti?," r?pti ein og samdir teir
h?la st?risv?l, men alt til f?n?tis
Lei?in er l?gd, gr?ti er h?gd,
og eru vit n?gd t? s?gnin er s?gd
Og skri?ur t?n kn?rrur fram ta? sama hvat t? vil
Teir bardust um st?risv?l men einki rur til
Og enn vit halda st?risv?l eins og vit
halda vit eru fr?ls, tr?lborinspurd so
Fjakka vitll um kirkjugar?sv?ll
? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll
Tiltuska? av landnyr?ingsdn, og vindurin
leikar Mi?gar?i m?l
Tilsgar?s har Askurin st, sum trrirnir
l?vsins lotinum har blaktra?u t?
Fjakka vitll um kirkjugar?sv?ll
? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll
og fl?tur, vitandi hvat m?l vit megna livandi
Og feigdin dregur li?andi, vit v?la henni
Tigandi ting
Solo: Heri Joensen
Solo: Terji Skiben?s
Fjakka vitll um kirkjugar?sv?ll
? oy?ini h?ll, um fjarbl?u fj?ll
V?l vitandi langnunnar lei?, men gott er
ta? treysti? at val er v?n
?teljandi lei?irnar t?r, men ilt er ta?
treysti? at vali? er gj?rt, lei?in bert ein
Lei?in er l?gd, gr?ti er h?gd
og eru vit n?gd t? s?gnin er s?gd
Translation:
And whoever reigns these cliffs, did not defeat the wind
They held the tiller when the storm broke loose
“Steer into the wind,” shouted one and united they
pulled the tiller, but all in vain
The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told
And does your ship advance regardless of what you want
They fought over the rudderless tiller
And still we hold the tiller as we
Think we are free, thrallborn unconsulted so
We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains
Drenched and weary by the northwestern
storm, and the winds rages in Midgard
To Asgard where the Ash stood, like the
threads of life then flapped in the breeze
We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains
And plains, knowing what goal we are capable of living
And destiny draws slowly, we drift to meet it
We all drift on the graveyard field
In desolate halls, about distant mountains
Well aware of the course of destiny but it is
comforting that choice is before us
Countless your possible courses, but
discomforting that the choice has been made,
only one course
The course has been set, carved in stone
And are we satisfied when the tale is told
