Long-awaited song of Belarusian folk-metal band Sakramant. Check it out and enjoy the sound! / sakramant sakramant.band... / sakramant / sakramant.by sakramant
Što za licha? U lesie cicha, Byccam znikli ŭsie zviary. Nadta strašna, čort dziary! Niechta zboku sočyć vokam. What kind of evil is this? It's quiet in the forest. Like all animals are gone. Devil, it's awfully dreadful out there! Someone is watching. Nočču pieški iłžyvaj sciežkaj Zabłukali vajary. Worriors got lost along a tricky path at night.
Złydzień zbłytaŭ usie šlachi. Nam dadomu nie dajsci . A wicked creature has messed up all paths, we won't make it to the home.
Usio navokał z kožnym krokam Pahłynajuć huščary. Nie pačujuć nie kryčy! Rvucca nervy ŭ poŭnaj ciemry. Scichnie homan brudnych słoŭ Dy nie stanie vajaroŭ. Dark forrest is already closing in from all sides. Don't cry, they won't hear you! Nerves are failing in a complete darkness. A clatter of curses will abate and there will be no worriors. Złydzień miesiac prahłynuŭ, Zory pazbiraŭ, Noč da nitki raspranuŭ, U čorny koler sviet schavaŭ. A wicked creature swallowed the moon, took away the stars, completely stripped the night, blackened the light.
Nam dadomu nie dajsci. Złydzień zbłytaŭ usie šlachi We won't make it to the home, a wicked creature has messed up all paths.
Дзякуй)))
цудоўна!!!!! )))))
Amazing!
Вы дзіўныя хлопцы!
Дзякуй!
Охуенно !!!
Šykoŭna.
Awsome !!!
A great song! Have you planned a full length album yet?
Sure! We are working hard on new songs.
Английский перевод? Пожалуйста, не GT
Što za licha? U lesie cicha,
Byccam znikli ŭsie zviary.
Nadta strašna, čort dziary!
Niechta zboku sočyć vokam.
What kind of evil is this? It's quiet in the forest.
Like all animals are gone. Devil, it's awfully dreadful out there!
Someone is watching.
Nočču pieški iłžyvaj sciežkaj
Zabłukali vajary.
Worriors got lost along a tricky path at night.
Złydzień zbłytaŭ usie šlachi.
Nam dadomu nie dajsci .
A wicked creature has messed up all paths, we won't make it to the home.
Usio navokał z kožnym krokam
Pahłynajuć huščary.
Nie pačujuć nie kryčy!
Rvucca nervy ŭ poŭnaj ciemry.
Scichnie homan brudnych słoŭ
Dy nie stanie vajaroŭ.
Dark forrest is already closing in from all sides. Don't cry, they won't hear you! Nerves are failing in a complete darkness. A clatter of curses will abate and there will be no worriors.
Złydzień miesiac prahłynuŭ,
Zory pazbiraŭ,
Noč da nitki raspranuŭ,
U čorny koler sviet schavaŭ.
A wicked creature swallowed the moon,
took away the stars,
completely stripped the night,
blackened the light.
Nam dadomu nie dajsci.
Złydzień zbłytaŭ usie šlachi
We won't make it to the home,
a wicked creature has messed up all paths.
las otras canciones estaban mejores
ну такое. раней было значна цікавей
What does growling like a troll have to do with folk music? The vocals should be clean and heroic, inspiring the folk not sounding like subhumans.
That is the most pleasent you can get from Slavs \m/
@@marekradoski7267 Funny, thanks.