Тол Мириам - Сэр Манелиг
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Sir Mannelig

Only the sun illuminated in the morning a blooming meadow,
Fertile ripe fields,
Rinseed, with a heavy cold, hanging around,
Late crying of underground motives -
From the house of an empty, out of useless years,
From the caves of the same gloomy
The Princess of Mountain Trolls Get out of the light,
Her voice was weak and insinuating:

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the princess of mountain trolls?
There is no road forward, the trace is lost in the past -
Say "yes" to me or "no."

My family is noble, this is a kind of kings -
Do not be ashamed to relax with me
Close loved ones in the bottomless earth for a long time,
Became ancestors in abandoned tombs.
For a long time, torches in the caves of relatives have long passed,
There are no pyroes with a hop of fun;
A deaf cold darkness crept up to us from the back,
And you can’t hear children's laughter.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the princess of mountain trolls?
The era of fame has gone along with the song about it,
Old -day of our days ...

Take a mine as a gift, forty -eight
Where there are more diamonds than coal -
One is hard to swim in luxury for a long time,
One is pleased to be can I be able to be?
Silver vein underground deeply,
Mountains of emeralds, sapphires;
Kirka forgot the walls, and suffocating peace
My bedroom is empty and damp -

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the princess of mountain trolls?
The road to me remained to the man from the outside -
Say "yes" to me or "no"!

Take an underground stream with enchanted water,
She treats any wounds -
But my family cannot return her young,
My people, what we were;
The herd of horses of non -triumphed, not fed from the hand,
The saddle who did not know to the bottom -
And they are laughing at the foals by the underground river,
And they play mothers with them.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the princess of mountain trolls?
Neither sparkles nor memory of the dead fire,
In old painful pain ...

I remember our mills of the friendly choir of the millstones,
The song of bright joyful copper,
Their perfumes rotated for us, and there is no one,
Our gods will not answer me.
You will be the best of our ancient sword with a gift,
That the mountain gnomes forged.
He could not protect his bold
From the centuries of old age dark.

Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the princess of mountain trolls?
I dare above the cradle on your side -
Say "yes" to me or "no"!

Your gifts are beautiful, I would willingly take them,
If you were a Christian maiden.
Heavenly Father will say - it is impossible to be an union,
Do I want the Lord's anger?
Your words are mysterious and thoughts are black
This is true, the tricks of the trolls!
The temptation from the underworld and the child of Satan,
Do not embarrass my soul more!

And the mountains shuddered, and the avalanches came off,
The adamant are broken by faith.
Since then it is dark and quiet in the hot bowels of the earth,
Black winds are free.
Only bitter echo is heard in the wrong silence
From the depths of abandoned adit:
"Sir Mannelig, Sir Mannelig, you will not marry me,
On the Princess of Mountain Trolls? "