This now listening:

I once posted this before, I'll translate now, do the lyrics flow from the music in Finnish.

Yes, you are right on Moghedien. Further more, I just recalled that in the next book, when compelling Nynaeve and Elayne, Moghedien said, "sounds like Be'lal" or the like, clearly she had had no good knowledge of what happened in Tear. I just wondered, cause obsequious behaviour has seemed to me to be beyond what Lanfear can do. Have to reread her stint as Keille Shaogi, but I think she was quite overpowering then too. Nothing like Silvie. Perhaps it was someone else than Lanfear?

Silvie must have been Moghedien. I can't see Lanfear acting in that manner, earlier in The Dragon Reborn she seemed incapable of it. Does anyone think this means anything? Was it that Ishamael could command them all back then?

And this:

[media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iJzBmszxII[/media]

Translation here: http://www.helsinki.fi/~tasalmin/fabulous.html

[media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGjWWnVfURk[/media]

I found here there's a translation for these songs: http://www.allthelyrics.com/forum/french-lyrics-translation/79897-patricia-kaas-dans-ma-chair.html

And these too

A little something for GF:)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49f_3SUgX20

Oh, well this one goes:

"Teuvo, the King of the Highways

My hometown's main street was a gravelly road

my Anglia rolled over there

the traffic sign there must yet stand awry

the one that got bent due to a steering mistake

After being thrown through the glass from the front seat

I had rolled on the side of the road

At the bottom of the gutter while spitting out teeth

I'd vomited blood and cried

In this face even a scar would be a beauty mark

and my teeth could be done anew

but my driver's licence and the Anglia's licence plates went with the police

---hinders this hobby of mine

I yet hope to become a rally driver

in vain do mothers advice their hero sons

You don't win a rally if you fear there

at the finish they'll celebrate our own son, Teuvo!

For the weekend while looking out for a car

I took as a loan the neighbour's Sierra

on the speedway as I ran headlong to a truck

I guess I crashed for the last time

Teuvo, take us along!

Teuvo, your Anglia got sold!"

There, took me this time, plus some 10-15minutes to actually commence. I don't mean to brag, but some might think the text challenging to translate. I made my best effort, it will have faults, but there's a draft for you.

Taistele Fight back

It journeys, journeys

water over our faces it journeys

they sink, sink

underneath the drowning surface the memories

it dissipates, dissipates

light dissipates beyond the horizon

they touch, touch

still for a moment hands each other

it shines, shines

the dream of inihilated cities

it flows, flows

unto our last dream this land

When all has been taken fight on

All has been taken: Fight!

All has been taken: Fight!

When all is in vain: Fight!

when all of it is too much: Fight!

When all has ended: Fight!

It sleeps, sleeps

hope underneath the ruins it sleeps

it cries, cries

some bird for its home

they bend, bend

the branches under the stormy winds they bend

they come, come

the seasons at their own time

it storms in, storms in

the raging wind upon the mountains

they alighten, alighten

the eyes again aglow.

And some minor editions, editing, or reading the text really has purposes, not that I would have caught those small things immediately, but with a little distance to translating.

Hei, I'll translate the lyrics later tonight, not now I do that.

Väkivallan moottorit (the engines of violence)

What the hell is it

we the devourers of fetile fluids

we float on the surface,

and all that is beaytiful would

would die

What the hell is it

that the sweaty hands sleaze

the constractrs

in the brothels of power.

And no one really breathes

save for that farty air

that no on wanted

Engines of violence

those fallen amid journey

satans, shitheads,

druginduced-angels

What the fuck is going on there

shopping malls

in their windows

a thousand tons of human flesh

horror, hate shod in a childs

eye

in the mouth the exhaust pipe

deploded minds

numb of yearning

and the culprit of murder sits in the basin of his filth

rapes his own hand.

Päänsärkijä(the head cracker)

We have been sung in a thousand sentences

beautiful things, beautiful things

promises of lust, whispers of wistfullnes

asked in with obsequious tongues and pleadingly

to dance at the roots of our souls

to the rhythm of false profets' syrenic songs

The web of the world to swim back and forth

our skein in it we would wish to lay

us who are lost, and small, sold out will

us who have contented ourselves with our meager means, consumers poor devils

in the dividend fleets under the parade flags

colours shine blind we cry to ourselves

in our hands not even a wooden spoon

I wish to live, I wish to die

as though there a place there

beyond the murky road there

between the stars, were impossible to reach.

What workshop of alchemists lays there

where emptiness is tranformed

into that which everyone desires

a full life under the blaze of the sun

afore the face, of that of the benevolent

omnipotent being that does not strike, that does not abuse

the shepherd cares for the golden flock

on the pasture on which no shadows frock.

Dear friends, we are fucked

and unto our anxiety we take the medicine

there are enough of those all of them

to ensure the girls and boys so useful

in terms of the productive tools

in which there indeed is nothing else strange

that no one will live and kick

when their teeth are pulled out of their mouths

I am become crazy of these words.