Текст песни Tvangeste - Birth Of The Hero
Tvangeste - Birth Of The Hero слова песни
The spirit of Prussia will burn in heartsUntil the holy flame of Perkuno is burningIn the heart of sacred woodsInvisible for eyes of simple mortalsThe thunder announces the birth of the heroIn nightly silence of the sleeping earthAnd the lightning`s brightening the baby`s faceAnd his first cry that breaks the darkness.And fierce wind echoes the baby`s cryAnd thrills the sky, anticipating the eventsTears off the leaves from ancient trees,Rejoices the great omen.The new-born mind as blank paper,Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water,As the grown sprout tears the air apart,Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves.And with the long root absorbing dirt From all that are going to rotten nearThe sprout is hardening, it doesn`t want to,But it will wither like those near that couldn`t leave.Born to be Defender of Native LandBorn to be rain, giving lifeBorn to be free as a proud birdFlying in the skyBorn to be stronger than the sword and the stormBorn to be the river`s flow Born to be boiling wolf`s bloodto be Flame of HopeBorn to be himself amongst the lost soulsThe black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear.Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening Bringing the smell of death.The warrior will fight for his people,For the rivers and forests of grey gods,For the holy flame of PerkunoThe sunlight is fading...The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last raysThe last quiet day before the warThe last calm before the stormThe ground is trembling alreadyAnd Prussia stands still awaiting