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Emerald Rose

A Pict Song
Rudyard Kipling

Rome never looks
Where she treads
Always her heavy
Hooves fall

On our bellies, our hearts
And our heads
Rome never heeds
When we brawl

Her sentries pass
By and that is all
And we gather behind them
In hordes

And plot to reconquer
The Wall
With only our tongues
As our swords

We are the Little Folk
We
Too little
To love or to hate

Leave us alone
And you'll see
How fast we can
Drag down the State

We are the
Worm in the wood
We are the
Rot at the root

We are the
Taint in the blood
We are the
Thorn in the foot

Mistletoe
Killing an oak
Rats gnawing cables
In two

Moths making holes
In a cloak
How they must love
What they do

Yes and we
Little Folk too
We are as busy
As they

Working our works
Out of view
Watch, and
You'll see it some day

We are the Little Folk
We
Too little
To love or to hate

Leave us alone
And you'll see
How fast we can
Drag down the State

We are the
Worm in the wood
We are the
Rot at the root

We are the
Taint in the blood
We are the
Thorn in the foot

No indeed
We are not strong
But we know
Peoples who are

Yes, and we'll guide
them along
To smash and
destroy you in War

We shall be slaves
just the same
when have we never been slaves
But you--you will die of the shame
And then we shall
Dance on your graves

Za roditelje sa malom decom:

Children's Totem Chant

Cats, Dogs, Bunnies, Frogs
Snakes and wriggly things
Bears, Bats, furry rats
Anything that sings
Anything that hops, crawls, flies
Or swims in the salty seas
Is a thing that's goddess touched
And so a friend to me.

Ветер Воды - "Ветер Воды"

Cad É Sin Don Té Sin
Orla Fallon

Chuaigh mé chun aonaigh is dhíol mé mo bhó
Ar chúig phunta airgid is ar ghiní bhuí óir
Má ólaim an t-airgead is má bhronnaim an t-ór
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Má théim 'na choille chraobhaigh cruinniú smeara nó cró
A bhaint úllaí de ghéaga nó a bhuachailleacht bó
Má shíním seal uaire faoi chrann a dhéanamh só
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Má théimse chuig airnéal is rince is spórt
Chuig aonach is rásaí 's gach cruinniú den tsórt
Má chím daoine súgach is má bhím súgach leo
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Deir daoine go bhfuil mé gan rath 's gan dóigh
Gan earra gan éadach gan bólacht ná stór
Má tá mise sásta mó chónaí i gcró
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó

Chuaigh mé chun aonaigh is dhíol mé mo bhó
Ar chúig phunta airgid is ar ghiní bhuí óir
Má ólaim an t-airgead is má bhronnaim an t-ór
Ó cad é sin do'n té sin nach mbaineann sin dó


What's It To Anyone?

I went to the fair and I sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a golden guinnea
If I drink the money and if I spend the gold
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn’t concern

If I go to the thick woods to gather berries or nuts
Take apples from the branches or become a cowherd
If I stretch out under a tree for an hour to do it
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn’t concern

If I go to night-visiting and dance and have fun
To a fair and races and everything like that
If I see tipsy people and if I’m tipsy with them
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn’t concern

People say that I’m good for nothing and a wastrel
Without goods without clothes without kith or kine
If I’m happy with living in a shack
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn’t concern

I went to the fair and I sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a golden guinnea
If I drink the money and if I spend the gold
Oh what does it matter to those it doesn’t concern

Oj, Ružice rumena

Etno gruša "Rašanke", KUD "Ras"

Mari Boine ( Lapland ) - Brother Eagle

Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν!
Φοίβε Απόλλων!
Φοίβε Απόλλων, Φοίβε!

Τιτάν, Τιτάν, Τιτάν, Τιτάν!
Άγριε, Φωσφόρε!
Άγριε, Φωσφόρε!
Απόλλων! Άγριε!

Ελθέ, Ελθέ, Ελθέ, Ελθέ!
Μάντι, Μουσαγέτα!
Φοίβε Απόλλων!
Μάντι, Μουσαγέτα!
Άγριε, Φωσφόρε!
Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν!

Φοίβε Απόλλων!

Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν, Παιάν!

Φοίβε Απόλλων!

***

PAEAN PHOEBUS APOLLO

Paean, Paean, Paean, Paean!
Paean! Phoebus Apollo!
Phoebus Apollo, Phoebus!

Titan, Titan, Titan, Titan!
Fiery, Bearer of Light!
Fiery, Bearer of Light!
Apollo, Fiery!

Come, Come, Come, Come!
Seer, leader of the Muses!
Phoebus Apollo!
Seer, leader of the Muses!
Fiery, Bearer of Light!
Paean, Paean, Paean, Paean!

Phoebus Apollo!

Paean, Paean, Paean, Paean!

Phoebus Apollo!

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Ветер Воды - Белый Снег / Water Wind - White Snow

One Spirit
Spiral Rhythm


One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

One spirit
In the dark
Like a candle
Wavers

Many spirits
Joined as one
Burn with the power
Of the blazing sun

There is strength in
Community
A circle empowering
You and me

The circle binds
Yet sets us free
In the Goddess name
So mote it be

The Mother's Heart
Spiral Rhythm

The mothers heart
Reverberates
In the ground beneath your feet

And the drummers hands
They translate
Into a pounding beat

And the pounding
Fuels the dancers
As they twist and leap and twirl

And the dancers
Feed the chanters
As their melodies they spin

And all will feed the fire
Flames leap
To kiss the night

And all of this together
Is the goddess
Brought to life

Drummers drumming
In the night
Feel the beat

Bodies writhe
By fire light
Bathed in heat

A web of melody
Does sound both
High and sweet

Heed the goddess
When she calls
Calls her children
One and all

Celebrate the fire round

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

The mothers heart
Reverberates
In the ground beneath your feet

And the drummers hands
They translate
Into a pounding beat

And the pounding
Fuels the dancers
As they twist and leap and twirl

And the dancers
Feed the chanters
As their melodies they spin

And all will feed the fire
Flames leap
To kiss the night

And all of this together
Is the goddess
Brought to life

Drummers drumming
In the night
Feel the beat

Bodies writhe
By fire light
Bathed in heat

A web of melody
Does sound both
High and sweet

Heed the goddess
When she calls
Calls her children
One and all

Celebrate the fire round

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

The mothers heart
Reverberates
In the ground beneath your feet

And the drummers hands
They translate
Into a pounding beat

And the pounding
Fuels the dancers
As they twist and leap and twirl

And the dancers
Feed the chanters
As their melodies they spin

And all will feed the fire
Flames leap
To kiss the night

And all of this together
Is the goddess
Brought to life

Drummers drumming
In the night
Feel the beat

Bodies writhe
By fire light
Bathed in heat

A web of melody
Does sound both
High and sweet

Heed the goddess
When she calls
Calls her children
One and all

Celebrate the fire round

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Dance, drum and sing
Till the earth does pound

Circle of stone

Laura Powers

Wind across Salisbury Plain
Ancient stones stand in the rain
Silhouettes against the stormy night
I walk in a counter spiral
Outside of this sunless dial
Waiting, hoping, watching for a sign

I see shadows form and disappear
In shades of grey
The flicker of a thousand lights
Voices are calling from another time a place
The name that echos here is mine

Circle of stone
I step inside
Falling through the window of time
Oh, circle of stone
Circle of stone
Starts to spin
No beginning and no end
Oh, Circle of stone

As I turn the storm above me rolls away
To reveal a dome of stars
The milky way seems to wink at me as if to say
We know exactly where you are

Circle of stone
Turns inside
Falling through the window of time
Oh, circle of stone
Circle of stone
Forever spins
No beginning and no end
Oh, Circle of stone

Rising to the highest plain
Nothing's left undone
In the universal plan
All things are one

Circle of stone
Turns inside
Falling through the window of time
Oh, circle of stone
Circle of stone
Forever spins
No beginning and no end
Oh, Circle of stone

Wind across Salisbury Plain
Ancient stones stand in the rain
Silhouettes against the stormy sky
I walk in a clockwise spiral
Step out of this sunless dial
Back into the darkness of the night

Mora da se ispo ispoštuje novi spot


Лики бессмертных Богов

Стой, вечность - правда слепая!
С яви во скверне
Я убегаю

С мольбою о жизни вздымая к родимой святыне
Ты зришь вникуда, в пелену своих снов
И в этом забвении души, в серой жизни смятении
Воспрянут же в памяти Лики бессмертных Богов

Где сущность этого мира?
В чуждой мне яви душу забыла
Стой, вечность - правда слепая!
С яви во скверне я убегаю

В безумстве ночи ты видишь, как старая дева
Поманит тебя на указанный путь
Но вновь, встрепенувшись, ты вырвешься с этого плена
И воспоминанья подымут ту страшную суть
Как ползая змеем, касаясь незримых кореньев
Ты пал в пустоту бытия неизведанной тьмы
И вот ты один на просторах извечной святыни
И в мыслях ты вспомнишь о том, что был предан людьми

Где сущность этого мира?
В чуждой мне яви душу забыла
Стой, вечность - правда слепая!
С яви во скверне я убегаю

В холодной жизни жаждешь огня
Что умирает в это мгновенье
И вновь тебя окутает тьма -
Страх пред смерти забвеньем

И на распутье этих дорог
Сном окутают чары
Увидишь нави тихий чертог
Ты в объятиях Мары

Стой, вечность - правда слепая!
С яви во скверне я убегаю

Я ухожу...

Srećan vam dolazak proleća

Daughters of Jove, dire-sounding and divine,
Renown'd Pierian, sweetly speaking Nine;
To those whose breasts your sacred furies fire
Much-form'd, the objects of supreme desire:
Sources of blameless virtue to mankind,
Who form to excellence the youthful mind;
Who nurse the soul, and give her to descry
The paths of right with Reason's steady eye.
Commanding queens who lead to sacred light
The intellect refin'd from Error's night;
And to mankind each holy rite disclose,
For mystic knowledge from your nature flows.
Clio, and Erato, who charms the sight,
With thee Euterpe minist'ring delight:
Thalia flourishing, Polymina fam'd,
Melpomene from skill in music nam'd:
Terpischore, Urania heav'nly bright,
With thee who gav'st me to behold the light.
Come, venerable, various, pow'rs divine,
With fav'ring aspect on your mystics shine;
Bring glorious, ardent, lovely, fam'd desire,
And warm my bosom with your sacred fire.

Translated by Thomas Taylor

Caliburn:

Oj, Ružice rumena

Etno gruša "Rašanke", KUD "Ras"

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Po cemu je ovo paganska muzika,

Inace lepo da se vide Srpkinje od onih plavusa u svim slovenopaganskim videovima mi zabole oci.

Konstantin Veliki:

Po cemu je ovo paganska muzika,:haha

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Po tekstu i temi.

Konstantin Veliki:

Inace lepo da se vide Srpkinje od onih plavusa u svim slovenopaganskim videovima mi zabole oci.

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De gustibus et coloribus non est disputandum.




Веснянка / The Summoning of Spring

Ветер Воды / Water Wind

Весну, весну пора звать,
Зиму, зиму, забывать.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Зиму, зиму забывать.

Зиму, зиму, забывать,
Лето, лето, дожидать.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Лето, лето, дожидать.

С рожью да зернистой,
Пшеницей золотистой.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Пшеницей золотистой.

С калиной, с малиной,
С красною рябиной.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
С красною рябиной.

Со травою-муравой,
Да с водою ключевой.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Да с водою ключевой.

Весну, весну пора звать,
Зиму, зиму, забывать.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Зиму, зиму забывать.

Весну, весну пора звать,
Зиму, зиму, забывать.
Ай лёли, ай лёли,
Зиму, зиму забывать.

Caliburn ili te ja dobro razumem zato sto pevaju o cvetu i ljubavi to je paganski.

Konstantin Veliki:

Caliburn ili te ja dobro razumem zato sto pevaju o cvetu i ljubavi to je paganski.

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Ne razumeš motive koji se pojavljuju u pesmi.



Ólafur Liljurós

Voces Thules

Ólafur reið með björgum fram,
villir hann, stillir hann,
hitti'hann fyrir sér álfarann,
þar rauður loginn brann,
blíðan lagði byrinn undan björgunum fram.


Ólafur rode with rocks ahead
Led astray, he was calm,
He found before himself an elf-dwelling
There the red flame burnt
Mild blew the breeze from under the rocks ahead



Olafur Lilljuros

Olafur Lijluros is the Islandic version of the Pan-Scandinavian Olav Lilly-wreath (Lilly being a symbol of purity). The theme of the ballad is best expressed in the ballads Danish name Elveskud, meaning that Olav is shot, stung or struck by an elf woman. The elf woman just wants Olav to love her, but he will have none of it. The elves could be dangerous, especially if people ventured out in the wild nature and this is what Olav is doing. He is riding along the mountainsides, and the when he spurs the elf woman’s declaration of love she leaves him to die. He manages to drag himself home, takes farewell of his relatives and dies shortly after.