English lyrics: Yes, the prow of the sailing ship bites the foaming sea Filled with steel-gray vigour is every man’s soul When the gusts blow foam-white waves over the heads The men are not afraid, dread has no meaning for them
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
As the boats from the sea-ship settle down on the shore Every breath draws in the stench of foreign soil The hands don’t hold swords, the clan bears no spears But if needed, every fist grips a blade, with power from rage
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn Then free is our spirit and free is our soul The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
The brine has soaked my wind-hardened coat Gales have entangled the stumpy beard that measures the wind
As the sailing ship fades away to the horizon Every man’s thoughts are with the seaman’s chest - A handful of soil from one’s own garden Sharp steel, a piece of bread and a sweetheart’s letter
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn Then free is our spirit and free is our soul The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
My wife from Taartu-maa ,i'm from Deutschland but live in Ukraine ,and what actually i want to say ,all aggresive and all imperium lust will never have succsed Eesti Vabariik+Українська Республіка=Брати !)
English lyrics:
Yes, the prow of the sailing ship bites the foaming sea
Filled with steel-gray vigour is every man’s soul
When the gusts blow foam-white waves over the heads
The men are not afraid, dread has no meaning for them
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
As the boats from the sea-ship settle down on the shore
Every breath draws in the stench of foreign soil
The hands don’t hold swords, the clan bears no spears
But if needed, every fist grips a blade, with power from rage
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
The brine has soaked my wind-hardened coat
Gales have entangled the stumpy beard that measures the wind
As the sailing ship fades away to the horizon
Every man’s thoughts are with the seaman’s chest -
A handful of soil from one’s own garden
Sharp steel, a piece of bread and a sweetheart’s letter
When the sea-man’s eye swallows the blood-red dawn
Then free is our spirit and free is our soul
The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
The heart feels no fear, we won’t stray from the path
Only bravery seven fathoms and the strength of free men
Выше всяких похвал!
kurat! mul läks tuba ja süda soojaks!
Grettings from Argentina
Aguante Metsatöll, viejaaAaAA!!1
My wife from Taartu-maa ,i'm from Deutschland but live in Ukraine ,and what actually i want to say ,all aggresive and all imperium lust will never have succsed Eesti Vabariik+Українська Республіка=Брати !)
Эстонский самурай Джек, не иначе)
По стилистике не скажешь, но по всему происходящему, что-то в духе)
Õige poisid!!!
On ja jääb !!!
Обжаю Фолк метал и большой тыллая
POV, sõidad varastatud vene dziibis ja kuulad seda lugu, automaat täistulel
Ja Tiblad surevad
Vana laev
Да...все таки советские мультики это высший класс...
bröt die de cansù!
ESTIJA, FILM!
🟨 👆 🟨
ESTIJA, STORY?!?
Suur Tõll