Tracklist :
1. Земляничный Берсерк (без текста) / Strawberry Berserk
2. Веселая Дурнушка / Jolly Plain Girl
3. Вдовья Печаль / Widow's Sadness
4. Сельдяной Король / The Herring King
5. Тролльборода / Trollbeard
6. Пивная Стрекоза / Ale Dragonfly
7. Паб "Холостяк" / "Bachelor" Pub
8. Оке-Булочник / Ake the Baker
9. Праздник Похмеляйнен / Hangoverlainen Festival
10. Крутобокая / Roundsided
11. Лунные Гульдены / Moon Guldens
12. Конец Осени / End Of Autumn



1. Земляничный Берсерк (без текста) / Strawberry Berserk

Odin!!!
Berserkr!!!


2. Веселая Дурнушка / Jolly Plain Girl

We decided to make a party - so it's time to call our friend,
Our local well-known jolly plain girl!
We'll perform many folk dances with her, and when powers will leave us,
We;ll lay in the same position, all as one down on the floor!

She drinks along with us - we're only glad about it,
Because during the party a plain girl feels herself as a fairy!
Bottom can be seen in a mug - we'll correct that fastly,
She laughs out with jolliness - she can rock everyone she wants to!

Please us in drinking, dear, and fill up your mug till the rim again,
To engage into dancing again (one - engage, two - engage!)
What an amazing thing - with every drank mug
I notice more and more: the plain girl is not very plain! (Eh, cheerful girl!)

Laid all food on the table, then rolled it on the ground
(As it is said: won't let it fall - won't eat it!)
Food is rubbish for us, bubbly ale - that is yeah,
Worthy, real, dizzying water!

We don't look at arrogant, humdrum girls,
Redness of the plain girl's cheek is much more beautiful
Than all the silly sober beauties for us!


3. Вдовья Печаль / Widow's Sadness

I've recently became widowed - nearly gone grey with grief.
For three days, for three hours lasted my endless sorrow.
But now my business is like a bowl full of booze.
There are no idle losses - I'm surrounded with a crowd of girls now!

You're a widower, I'm a widow!
You remember, and I remember...
When it will get dark come,
We'll recall our past deeds!
You're a widow and I'm a widower -
We're two allied hearts.
When it will get dark, you
Come here to visit me at last!

I've recently became lone - nearly gone black with tears:
For two days, for two hours I've weeped eight tears.
My dear husband left the blockhouse, all goods, all cattle and all fjord for me.
And I have no reasons now to shun men's attention.
As a berry in the rays of sun, I became more and more pretty every day.
I don't feel any pity for my past life -
How beautiful are you, widow's sadness!

You're a widower, I'm a widow!
You remember, and I remember...
When it will get dark come,
We'll recall our past deeds!
You're a widow and I'm a widower -
We're two allied hearts.
When it will get dark, you
Come here to visit me at last!

4. Сельдяной Король / The Herring King

Storm up to the sky is in the sea -
That's the herring king is angry,
He beats the sea bottom with his tail,
Foams the waves with his beard.
Only a very brave one will put to sea,
And he'll do that only if he's too drunk.
People will tell: - He doesn't
Take any care about his head!

Herring king, we won't close our eyes
Till the morning by the table,
Sailors soak their moustaches in booze,
Tale about you will be told during the whole night.

Every sailor, every fisherman
Knows and honours your self-willed temper.
Every one calls for your mercy,
Standing on the cod path.
Three hundred pounds of weight are in you,
And the whole three hundred feet length!
Sitting on the throne in your depth
You look around the fish land.

Herring king, we won't close our eyes
Till the morning by the table,
In your honor we'll soak our moustaches in booze,
Tale about you will be told during the whole night.
Herring king, anyway,
Belief in victory lives inside us!
We want the time to come faster,
We will wait till the morning!

Hogni, finish drinking your ale,
And let's go to sleep - we have to wake early,
Strong fishing net is ready for a long time,
It mustn't long for the craft!
And in the morning we'll sharpen our hooks
And put to sea with the first dawn,
Smoked herring will be on the feast,
Don't judge us hard, herring king!


5. Тролльборода / Trollbeard

Hey, my trollbeard!
Keep me warm, keep warm in the cold.
Half-black, half-grey
Is my trollbeard.

In my trollbeard there is a burrow,
Two moles dwell in that burrow.
Two moles, two brothers,
They two have only one beard.

Who'd comb my beard,
And gave me a mug of conifer ale?

And I live in a dark burrow,
In a dark burrow in an old mountain.
In an old mountain, in someone's trollbeard!
Every night I hear these words:

"Who'd comb my beard,
And gave me a mug of conifer ale?"


6. Пивная Стрекоза / Ale Dragonfly

You flitted about as a dragonfly above the knees of stalwart warriors,
Turning them into lambs, good-natured and obedient ones.
Red-haired and fresh, you were the soul of a feast,
You spread a cloth over the bed-head to the ones who lost a battle with booze,
You offered mugs of nectar with heady bitter-taste to warriors,
And then you carried our souls from drunk bodies to Valhall.

7. Паб "Холостяк" / "Bachelor" Pub

All the beer-fat bachelors gathered,
Following their tradition, in an old pub near a river.
They all gave an oath - not to get married till the age of hundred!
Together, once in a year, they fill their stomaches with beer.

They make speeches in the circle of friends about the latest news,
And rumours, as flies, creep among the dizzy men.
And when words grow harder and look fades because of alcohol,
They braid their fingers in an intricate fantastic pattern.

Everyone is proud of their bachelor status,
They tear to pieces marriage, women, matrimony and so on.
But it's time to go home - gets dark, so bachelors' circle melts away,
A friend said goodbye to a friend -
And every friend goes back under his wife's thumb!


8. Оке-Булочник / Ake the Baker

Ake knew a lot about bakery - about white bread and others.
Ake sings, while putting the pan into a hot oven:

"Splendid, spicy, soft, ruddy, and different others,
Round, circled, of natural paste, my dear
Breads-pies-pancakes-bitchies!"

Ake the Baker baked himself a girl from pastry,
But in a burst of wild passion he ate his fortune as a bread.
Ake is single even till now, but he wasn't despondent for a long time -
Because he knows a secret of pies, a secret that tempts women.
Late evening lights the stars over Ake's house,
And for sure Ake whispers at someone's ear again:

"Splendid, spicy, soft, ruddy, and different others,
Round, circled, of natural paste, my dear
Breads-pies-pancakes-bitchies!"


9. Праздник Похмеляйнен / Hangoverlainen Festival

Pekkalainen appreciates the Boozelainen fesival - singlainen songs,
Beatlainen someone's face, wallowlainen on the ground, sleeplainen anywhere.
But after Boozelainen the Hangoverlainen festival
Comelainen to visit Pekkalainen -
Head hurtlainen, all the body achelainen,
Where to find quickly Lapin Kulta for poor Pekkalainen?

But sometimes Boozelainen after Hangoverlainen
Again returnlainen to Pekkalainen -
Windlainen in the head, happylainen is the body,
So return faster, Boozelainen,
Again to poor Pekkalainen.

10. Крутобокая / Roundsided

I eagerly kiss the lips of glassbower's youngest daughter,
With her my today evening will be jolly and careless.

With my roundsided beloved I'll spend my time wonderfully!
We'll embody in a kiss in a inebriating impulse!

Of course, I love her, but, honestly, not very much.
Night even won't replace day yet - I'll throw her away!

"That's all, farewell!" - I'll say honestly. "You interest me no more!
Now I want to have not one, but two in a time!"

Glassbower presents me his daughters - I'm very contented with them!
Beer brewer, their stepfather, fills them with health.

Without doubt, I'm ready to drink their love in five gulps!
In the world there's no lips sweeter for a kiss than the beak of a bottle!

Skol!!!


11. Лунные Гульдены / Moon Guldens

Breigel, the confirmed drunkard, since childhood believed in a miracle:
That in the night moon puts guldens inside puddles.
Every night after rain he seeked in puddles for money.
Everyone in the neighbourhood laughed at him,
But recently he disappeared, vanished as smoke.

It was rumoured that Breigel found a treasure.
Was it the truth? We didn't know,
But before his departure he paid for booze in a pub with new guldens...

Moon guldens, sly and smart.
They tease your look, shine inside the water,
Slip away among your fingers.


12. Конец Осени / End Of Autumn

Autumn has aged, and she looks,
As snow draws writings among rocks,
As ice border will chain the rivers -
So autumn leaves, and winter drifts up her slight trace.