Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Карьяллтролль

Cold sun rises
Over the country of lakes and stones,
Above the country of the North Tribe -
My Magic Karelia!
Winter experience, and crumpled streams
Rushed to the will,
Snow comes out, and go out of hibernation
Indigenous Karelian trolls.

The troll missed the will ...
On the way not stand in the troll!

We are more expensive than silver coins
Scales of mother pikes,
And all of us to one
Heaven smoke since childhood hands.
Handful of marsh tart berries -
For children of our reward,
We can appreciate small
And we are glad to be a meager.
In our veins - resin pine,
Like honey, flowing slowly
We are frost not stamping the skin,
Bath feather it is not her!

Our people, as if roots,
Every year they get stronger!
Our faces are looked in a beard ...
Who are you, Starmer? - Troll Karelian!

Calylltrol!

We are Karial, we fastened!
We are coniferous, moss with us!
Karelian Troll - Rural Guy,
Water and Forest Chert,
Property guy, Kompanovsky!

We are a balsam we treat wounds
And singing native songs
Through one - shamans,
And the native home is the forest Karelian to us!
We eat raw mushrooms
And we catch our hands ...
We only tell us the truth -
Karelian trolls do not forgive the insults!

Calylltrol!