THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
В темноте ночи,
В яростный шторм
С серебряной меткой свободы
Дух его был рождён.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Словно ветер, словно свободный ветер.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Быть королём буша – его судьба.
По тайным горным долинам,
Через туман и деревья вековые
Бежит призрачный конь так горделиво,
Бесшумный, будто бриз.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Он сын ветра, сильный и свободный.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
И королём, да, королём, он станет.
В час ненастный, в час ночной,
Взяв Луны прекрасной свет
Серебристый жеребенок
Явился на свет.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Королем своей земли стать должен он.
Между тайной горных троп,
Сквозь туман лесных равнин
Тихо мчится серебристый
Гордый исполин.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таруа!
Величайшим из великих станет он.
THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
In the dark of the night
Into a furious storm
With a silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born.
Taura, they called him Taura,
Like a wind, like a free wind.
Taura, they called him Taura,
To be king of the bush is his destiny.
Through secret mountain valleys
Through fog and age-old trees
The ghost horse runs so proudly
Silent like a breeze
Taura, they called him Taura,
He is the son of the wind, strong and free.
Taura, they called him Taura,
And the king, yes, the king, he will be.
At a rainy hour, at night,
Taking the moon's lovely light
Silver foal
Was born.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He was born free like the wind.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He must become the king of his land.
Between the secret mountain paths
Through the mist of the forest plains
Quietly rushes silver
A proud giant.
Taura! Wonderful Taura!
He was born free like the wind.
Taura! Wonderful Tarua!
The greatest of the greats will be he.
