Текст песни Enslaved - Brisinghamen
Enslaved - Brisinghamen слова песни
Einsam ho gret, den vakraste av alleFanga og lst I ei sorg ingen skjnerGleden forsvann langt, langt der ute.Ei brennande lyst, en ingen hp.Ho lengtar heim, men finn ingen veg.Ein sorgfull lagnad gymt bak eit smil.Mardol du fagre for fred du blei ofraDu solgte din lekam, men fann ingen tryst.Det som glimrar gjer ikkje fred for degGern du ga deg hen, og slokka mangteit begjr. Men, framleis dryppdet om natta gull fr dine auge.Frya, od skal du finna nr alt er forbid skal du bli sluppen fri.Inntil den dag finn du inga tryst.Sjl ikkje I glitrande Brisinghamen.English translate: BrisinghamenIn solitude she cries, the most beautiful of them allCaptured and locked in a sorrow no one can conceiveJoy vanished far out thereBurning desire, but no hopeShe longs for home, bu tcan not find a wayA dismal destiny hidden behind a smileMardol, you glorious, sacrificed for peace you wereYou sold your flesh, but found no comfortThat which glitters does not bring you peaceGern you devoted yourselfand consumed many desire.But, still in the night,gold is dripping from your eyes.Frya, Od you shall find when everything endsThen you shall be set freeUntill that day you shall find no comfortNot even in the shining Brisinghamen