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The Power Of One
by Sonata Arctica
My father's land,
my mother's tongue
Misleading me,
so shamelessly
For many years,
I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for me.
Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk in the sea.
I hope you will someday forgive me
Please moor
my empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the sings.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun?
Who has been the fool?
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live on, the lies said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
No one was born to be a slave etc.
To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?
To think you are right
To make sure it won't fly
Is a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true
Rainmaker
"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I?m truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."
by Sonata Arctica
My father's land,
my mother's tongue
Misleading me,
so shamelessly
For many years,
I misbelieved
The hatred is the path for me.
Father I have killed many angels,
I think.
I will now walk in the sea.
I hope you will someday forgive me
Please moor
my empty boat on a pier
I can blame for the blue blood that runs in my veins.
But I seem to forget that we are all the same.
In your own blaze of hate you've spawn a fear in many lifes
You've taken action thinking it was all said on the sings.
You cannot heal the feeling burning deep inside your spine
You now collapse, cave in revealing scabby marks of life
Mother I've seen too much, I hate to live my life.
Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
But the pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Now I have time to dwell on, self awareness, dreadful crime.
I saw the colors too bright, not knowing that I was blind.
I slayed a man who took a chance and drank the forbidden wine.
The map I draw reveals that I have been complete, machine, in team.
Father I've seen too much, I hate to live my life. Forgot every word you told me, stubborn little child, (angel of your life)
I have to find my Eden now, the gates I left behind.
The pain will remain.
No power to gain.
Mother where's your son.
When has this begun?
Who has been the fool?
No one was born to be a servant or a slave.
Who you tell me the color of the rain?
In the world that we live on, the lies said and done
They can well overrun
the power of one.
No one was born to be a slave etc.
To live and let die
To give hope and take life
Is that what you're here for?
To think you are right
To make sure it won't fly
Is a making of a hate crime
In the homes of the brave,
In the homes of the land slaves,
We are all the same
I need to believe.
There's more than the eye can see
All colors of rainbow.
No one was born to be a slave
Seek the past and place the blame
Tell me the color of the rain
No one was born to be a master
In the land we live, we die
praise the oneness, praise the lie
To bind a web around the faker
We will need a true
Rainmaker
"Children of Abel, Children of Cain
Can live in harmony, without shame
The keys that I grant thee, The Sacret Land
Are dry desert sand on the palm of your hand
Without the water, the wisdom of past
Will run through your fingers, forgotten so fast
Thus now when I leave you, I?m truly blind
This blindness, this blessing, the hope of mankind..."
Toto-I will remember
^Страхотна група,страхотна песен,страхотен текст ! 
Амон Амарт:Pursuit Of Vikings
The warming sun returns again
And melts away the snow
The sea is freed from icy chains
Winter is letting go
Standing on the ocean side
We can hear the waves
Calling us out with tide
To sail into our fate
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
Our ships await us by the shore
Time has come to leave
Our country, family and homes
For riches in the east
Some of us won抰 return
But that won抰 bring us down
Our fate is written in the web
Woven by the Norns
A ram is sacrificed
Across the longship抯 bow
And as we set our sails
A strong breeze starts to blow
It carries us out to sea
With hope of fame and pride
And glorious all will be
That with sword in hand will die
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
Амон Амарт:Pursuit Of Vikings
The warming sun returns again
And melts away the snow
The sea is freed from icy chains
Winter is letting go
Standing on the ocean side
We can hear the waves
Calling us out with tide
To sail into our fate
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
Our ships await us by the shore
Time has come to leave
Our country, family and homes
For riches in the east
Some of us won抰 return
But that won抰 bring us down
Our fate is written in the web
Woven by the Norns
A ram is sacrificed
Across the longship抯 bow
And as we set our sails
A strong breeze starts to blow
It carries us out to sea
With hope of fame and pride
And glorious all will be
That with sword in hand will die
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
Oden! Guide our ships
Our axes, spears and swords
Guide us through storms that whip
And in brutal war
故失道而后德 ，失德而后仁 ， 失仁而后义 ， 失义而后礼 。
Satyricon - Fuel For Hatred
Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you,
still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren. Fuel for Hatred, to mankind
Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!
Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
to a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren. Fuel for Hatred, to mankind
Омраза. Култ. Секта...
Scornful, relentless memory
Ripped of all but drive
Undressed by betrayal
Zero tolerance for the souldead
Wish I was the violence,
inflicted upon you
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind
Little you,
still like a claw in my eye
Pulsating organic rage
I should have let you off of the hook
Mind drifts
into dynamic pain
Universal onslaught
I'm on my own (One soul, one hate)
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren. Fuel for Hatred, to mankind
Damnation, holocaust
Devil horns for you to ride
Time for the angel
to spread his wings and fly
World opponent,
wishmaster of gruesome pain
Stormtroops' frantic fury,
demoniac spitfire!
Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot
I hate you
to a level of intoxication
Don't feel alone,
I've got enough
I wish you slow death,
slow death by grinding
Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren. Fuel for Hatred, to mankind
Омраза. Култ. Секта...
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Draw Me
by Sonata Arctica
Blessed witrh an eye to see things as they are,
Will you draw me?
Up there on the wall,
Looking down to us all,
You never saw me...
I found a pen and I outlined a life.
You've never cried,
I think I saw a tear in your eye.
Your eyes tell the tale,
I will not ask again.
Now I see what you've lost,
Nothing is quite the same.
By the love of my heart,
Cut my drawing in half,
For I think I'm like you...
Should you draw me...
Waiting for my evenfall.
Farewell, my passion,
You slowly turn pale.
I will long for your warmth,
Made me feel safe.
I will not draw again,
'Til I know it's my time.
I have lived a long life,
Should I draw me...
Morning's here, I must have failed...
by Sonata Arctica
Blessed witrh an eye to see things as they are,
Will you draw me?
Up there on the wall,
Looking down to us all,
You never saw me...
I found a pen and I outlined a life.
You've never cried,
I think I saw a tear in your eye.
Your eyes tell the tale,
I will not ask again.
Now I see what you've lost,
Nothing is quite the same.
By the love of my heart,
Cut my drawing in half,
For I think I'm like you...
Should you draw me...
Waiting for my evenfall.
Farewell, my passion,
You slowly turn pale.
I will long for your warmth,
Made me feel safe.
I will not draw again,
'Til I know it's my time.
I have lived a long life,
Should I draw me...
Morning's here, I must have failed...
Toto-I will remember
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Moonsorrow - Kivenkantaja
Äärellä veden luodolla istuen седнал на скала край морето
polviin päänsä painaneena. склонил глава на коленете си
Laineet kolean tuulen syleilyssä гален от най-мразовитите ветрове,
taakkansa saavat kantaakseen. тихите вълни поемат бремето му
Nähnyt on tulta, nähnyt on kuolemaa и огън е виждал, и смърт
mies petojen kasvattama. човек, от зверове отгледан,
Nähnyt on hävityksen kansansa, видял разрухата на народа си
nähnyt mitä ei voi unohtaa. видял туй що не ще се върне
Taivaille vannonut ikuista vihaa за вечна омраза към всички небесе
kantaja miekan ruosteisen. върху ръждав меч той клетва даде
Kantaja kiven kironnut kuninkaita, той,носачът на камъни, проклинал крале
polttanut maat takanaan. и опожарявал земята след себе си
Laaksoihin kärsimysten, Към долините на страданието
virtaan vetten katkeruuden. в струите на реки горчиви
Polkuja seuraamatta настрана от пътища човешки,
painon alle musertuen. вовеки под несметна тежест
Äärellä veden kurjalla karilla на скала самотна край моретом
hahmo raskain aatoksin. седи човек пропит от мъка,
Yksin kiroaa, hiekalle laskee проснат на пясъка сипе проклятия-
kiveenhakatun kohtalon. притискаща съдба, издялана в камъка
Ei aukene taivas, ei nouse tuuli, но небесата не се разтварят,
pilvet rantaa varjostavat. а брега е затулен от облаци,
Hiljaisuudessa kiroaa ja odottaa тихо той броди и проклина,
matkaaja tyhjään huomiseen. отново очаквайки утрото
Sitä surua ei voi unohtaa, Тъга незабравима,
ei kiveä jalkoihin laskea. вовеки вплетена в камъка
Sitä vihaa ei voi tukahduttaa, Непростима омраза,
on hulluus kiven painona. лудост, притискаща камъка
превода е бая свободен, обаче финският е.... фински за норвежки и шведски обещавам да съм по- на висота... и все пак стана готин превод, Винтержорко, ти като поет може да предложиш изменения в куплетите за да звучи добре на български, че на моменти май не е много смислено... за мен си е де v
Äärellä veden luodolla istuen седнал на скала край морето
polviin päänsä painaneena. склонил глава на коленете си
Laineet kolean tuulen syleilyssä гален от най-мразовитите ветрове,
taakkansa saavat kantaakseen. тихите вълни поемат бремето му
Nähnyt on tulta, nähnyt on kuolemaa и огън е виждал, и смърт
mies petojen kasvattama. човек, от зверове отгледан,
Nähnyt on hävityksen kansansa, видял разрухата на народа си
nähnyt mitä ei voi unohtaa. видял туй що не ще се върне
Taivaille vannonut ikuista vihaa за вечна омраза към всички небесе
kantaja miekan ruosteisen. върху ръждав меч той клетва даде
Kantaja kiven kironnut kuninkaita, той,носачът на камъни, проклинал крале
polttanut maat takanaan. и опожарявал земята след себе си
Laaksoihin kärsimysten, Към долините на страданието
virtaan vetten katkeruuden. в струите на реки горчиви
Polkuja seuraamatta настрана от пътища човешки,
painon alle musertuen. вовеки под несметна тежест
Äärellä veden kurjalla karilla на скала самотна край моретом
hahmo raskain aatoksin. седи човек пропит от мъка,
Yksin kiroaa, hiekalle laskee проснат на пясъка сипе проклятия-
kiveenhakatun kohtalon. притискаща съдба, издялана в камъка
Ei aukene taivas, ei nouse tuuli, но небесата не се разтварят,
pilvet rantaa varjostavat. а брега е затулен от облаци,
Hiljaisuudessa kiroaa ja odottaa тихо той броди и проклина,
matkaaja tyhjään huomiseen. отново очаквайки утрото
Sitä surua ei voi unohtaa, Тъга незабравима,
ei kiveä jalkoihin laskea. вовеки вплетена в камъка
Sitä vihaa ei voi tukahduttaa, Непростима омраза,
on hulluus kiven painona. лудост, притискаща камъка
превода е бая свободен, обаче финският е.... фински
за норвежки и шведски обещавам да съм по- на висота... и все пак стана готин превод, Винтержорко, ти като поет може да предложиш изменения в куплетите за да звучи добре на български, че на моменти май не е много смислено... за мен си е де v
Последно промяна от Berserker на 14 Юни 2006, 18:03, променено общо 1 път.
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ех има една песен - като я чуя и цялата настръхвам, а текста е ... съвършен. Естествено, става дума за любов (някой да не си направи нещо погрешен извод)... Глория Естефан - Wrap.. има версия и на испански, но нея не мога да си я преведа.
I keep every tear like an ocean
For every day that my fortune
Kept me from being with you
I cradle your faith that reveals me
Grows like a flower then heals me
Fills me with promise anew
For every day that my fortune
Kept me from being with you
I cradle your faith that reveals me
Grows like a flower then heals me
Fills me with promise anew
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Endless
by Crematory
The wind whispers my name
Rain drenches my skin
The chill suffocates my gasp
Darkness conceals my scars
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Fear prevents lowly acts
Worriment diminishes secrets proplems
In danger of falling into a trap
The game to slake yourself
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Let me be your everything - when I'm
looking to you
Let me see you when I'm king - when you
are my
something
Thoughts circle and fade away
by Crematory
The wind whispers my name
Rain drenches my skin
The chill suffocates my gasp
Darkness conceals my scars
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Fear prevents lowly acts
Worriment diminishes secrets proplems
In danger of falling into a trap
The game to slake yourself
Endless Love - Endless Fall - Endless Hate
Endless Call
Let me be your everything - when I'm
looking to you
Let me see you when I'm king - when you
are my
something
Thoughts circle and fade away
Toto-I will remember
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Helloween - If I could fly
No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
So here I am
In solitude I stand
I've got dreams inside
I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly
No fear, no pain
Nobody left to blame
I'll try alone
Make destiny my own
I learn to free my mind
Myself I now must find
Once more
Once more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
To the heavens I sail
If I could fly
So here I am
In solitude I stand
I've got dreams inside
I need to realize
My faith has grown
No fear of the unknown
No more
No more
If I could fly
Like the king of the sky
Could not tumble nor fall
I would picture it all
If I could fly
See the world through my eyes
Would not stumble nor fail
I could ravage my jail
If I could fly