Текст песни Огненный Топор - Раб

Not everyone is given good luck by the Allfather
Some are destined to fall bravely in battle,
For others, fate weaves a different end -
Shame and fate of becoming a living commodity

The slave shirt is now my armor,
The hoe looks like a sword a little bit
The man didn't buy me for fun,
And so that I dig potatoes for him


O O O O O
High in the gray sky!
O O O O O O O O
The crows are flying!
O O O O O
You are free from shackles
O O O O O O O O
How I dream


It's easy to resign yourself to the lot of a slave,
Erase from memory the meaning of freedom
Looking at the ground, digging roots
Any time of day or weather

But I want to remain human
I prepared the path for escape
I already faintly remember how to hold a sword,
I'll beat the enemy army with a sack of potatoes


O O O O O
High in the gray sky!
O O O O O O O O
The crows are flying!
O O O O O
You are free from shackles
O O O O O O O O
How I dream


The barking of dogs echoes in the distance,
Torchlight flickers between the trees
Fucked up from those who captivated me for a year,
Let me look like trash now

I forgot to know one thing before I ran away,
I forgot to ask the peasant grandmother
From Sweden in the ninth century
Got these fucking potatoes?


O O O O O
High in the gray sky!
O O O O O O O O
The crows are flying!
O O O O O
You are free from shackles
O O O O O O O O
How I dream