Текст песни
There's men, underground
Who have never seen the sun
But they really know how to party
Little men from underground
Who have never seen the sun
But the really know how to party
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
Tables full, reindeer meat
And the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candles
Tables full, wooden pints
They don't care about their sins
They just wanna get drunk and party
Long war is now past
Only good men have lasted
They need women, meat, beer and rom
Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented
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"Деревянные пинты"
Этот народец подземный
И никогда не видел солнца.
Но они действительно знают толк в пирушках.
Маленькие человечки из подземного мира,
Которые никогда не видели солнца,
Но знают толк в гулянках.
Поднимая свои деревянные пинты они веселятся и поют.
Они дерутся и танцуют до утра.
Полны столы мяса северного оленя
И всполохами огня освещен лагерь,
А кирпичные стены полны свечей.
Столы заставлены деревянными пинтами,
А они не горюю о грехах.
Они только хотят напиться и повеселиться.
Долгая война теперь позади,
Только лучшие остались.
Им нужны женщины, мясо, пиво и ром.
Они сражались по колено в крови без всяких угрызений совести.
Они только вырезали, убивали и мучили.
Перевод песни
There's men, underground
Who have never seen the sun
But they really know how to party
Little men from underground
Who have never seen the sun
But the really know how to party
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
Tables full, reindeer meat
And the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candles
Tables full, wooden pints
They don't care about their sins
They just wanna get drunk and party
Long war is now past
Only good men have lasted
They need women, meat, beer and rom
Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented
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Wooden Pints
This folk is underground
And never saw the sun.
But they really know a lot about revels.
Little men from the underworld
Who never saw the sun
But they know a lot about partying.
Raising their wooden pints they have fun and sing.
They fight and dance until the morning.
Full tables of reindeer meat
And a flash of fire illuminated the camp
And the brick walls are full of candles.
Tables lined with wooden pints,
And they do not grieve for sins.
They just want to get drunk and have fun.
The long war is now over
Only the best remained.
They need women, meat, beer and rum.
They fought knee-deep in blood without any remorse.
They just slaughtered, killed and tortured.
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