Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Сельдяной Король

At sea, the storm to heaven -
That angry herring king.
He hits the bottom of its tail,
Foams wave his beard.
Will be released into the sea just a daredevil,
And even then, if too drunk.
People will say: - No way
He did his own head!

Herring king at the table
Until the morning we did not somknёm eye
In your honor Dampen a hop mustache
On the night of your story.

Each kormschik every fisherman
Know and honor your masterful temper.
Each appeals to thy mercy,
Standing on the path of cod.
Three hundred pounds in you,
Yes, as many as three hundred feet in length!
Sitting on a throne in its depth
Fish looks around the country.

Herring king at the table
Until the morning we did not somknёm eyes.
In your honor Dampen a mustache hops
On the night of your story.
Herring king, still
Faith in victory lives in us!
Would quickly the time has come,
Hurry to wait until morning!

Hogni, finishes his ale,
Yes, let's sleep - wake up early.
A strong network is ready for a long time -
Not unseemly her idle bored!
And in the morning sharpened hooks
Yes go out to sea with the first dawn.
Will feast on smoked herring -
I do not obessud king herring!