Immigrant Song
Led Zeppelin
Lyrics:
We come from the land of the
ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
Hammer of the gods, will drive our ships to new land.
To fight the hordes, and sing and cry.
Valhalla I am coming.
Always sweep with, with threshing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah.
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
How soft your fields so green. Can whisper tales of gore.
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your over Lords.
Always sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop, and rebuild all your ruins.
For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh
Ooh. Ah.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
Hammer of the gods, will drive our ships to new land.
To fight the hordes, and sing and cry.
Valhalla I am coming.
Always sweep with, with threshing oar.
Our only goal will be the western shore.
Ah, ah.
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
How soft your fields so green. Can whisper tales of gore.
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your over Lords.
Always sweep with threshing oar, Our only goal will be the western shore.
So now you'd better stop, and rebuild all your ruins.
For peace and trust can win the day, despite of all your losing.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh
Ooh. Ah.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. Ooh.
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Letra:
Venimos desde la tierra del hielo y la nieve,
desde el sol de media noche, donde la primavera
caliente sopla.
El martillo de los dioses conducirá nuestros barcos
a nuevas tierras
para luchar contra las hordas, cantando y llorando:
"Valhalla, estoy llegando".
Nos barren con remos trilladores.
Nuestra único objetivo será la costa del oeste.
Venimos desde la tierra del hielo y la nieve,
desde el sol de media noche, donde la primavera
caliente sopla.
Qué suaves son tus verdes campos, pueden susurrar
historias sangrientas
sobre cómo calmamos las corrientes de la guerra. Somos
tus amos.
Nos barren con remos trilladores.
Nuestra único objetivo será la costa del oeste.
Así que mejor detente y reconstruye todas tus
ruinas,
para que la paz y la confianza puedan ganar el día,
a pesar de todas tus pérdidas.
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