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Heyz allemaal..
Ik zoek al een tijdje naar vertalingen van songteksten...
Weet iemand die sites misschien?
Ik zoek ze btw het meest voor limp bizkit

alvast bedank
niels

Met een woordenboek kom je al een heel eind.. :)

gee toch maar liever sites ;)

Heb ooit eens met altavista's translator Manau - La Tribu De Dana vertaald in et engels :| :/



The tribe of Dana

The wind blows on the plains of Armorican Brittany.
I throw a last glance on my wife, my son and my field.
Akim, the son of the blacksmith, came to seek me;
druides decided to carry out the combat in the valley.
Where all our ancestors, of Celtic warlike giants,
after great battles asserted themselves as Masters.
It is the hour maintaining to defend our ground
against an army of Simériens lends to cross iron.
All the tribe met around the large menhirs
to call upon the gods so that they can bless us.
After this prayer with my brothers, without making state of zeal,
the heads gave us to all mouthfuls of hydromel,
for courage, for step that there is of fault,
to remain large and proud when we are in the battle.
Because it is the first time for me which I leave to the combat
and I hope to be worthy of the tribe of Dana.

(Chorus)
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), I could hear the echoes.
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), battle songs close to the tombs.

After some incantations of druides and magic,
all the tribe, the glaive one in hand, ran towards the enemy.
The fight was terrible and I saw only shades,
slicing the enemy who always returned in excess.
My brothers fell one after the other in front of my glance,
under the weight of the weapons which had all these barbarians,
of the lances, the axes and the swords in the garden of Eden
which ran out of blood on green grass of the plain.
Like these days of sorrow, where the man trails himself
in extreme cases of the reign of the evil and hatred.
Did this combat already lost have to be continued?
But such was the pride of all the tribe.
The fight continued like that to the setting sun,
of extreme ferocity in addition to eagerness;
was necessary to defend the ground of our ancestors buried there,
and for all the laws of the tribe of Dana.

In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), I could hear the echoes.
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), battle songs close to the tombs.

At the end of the valley one heard the sound of a horn,
of an enemy head who pointed out all his horde.
Had it understood that one would fight even in hell
and that to the tribe of Dana belonged these grounds?
The warriors set out again, I did not include/understand
all the path which they had made to arrive from there there,
when my glance was posed all around me,
I were only upright of the tribe; for this reason
my fingers deviated while releasing my weapons,
and along my cheeks started to run tears.
I never understood why the gods saved to me
of this black day of our history which I told.
The wind always blows on Armorican Brittany
and I joined my wife, my son and my field.
I rebuilt all with my hands to arrive from there there,
I became king of the tribe of Dana.

In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), I could hear the echoes.
In the valley (oh oh) of Dana (la li la la).
In the valley (oh oh), battle songs close to the tombs.