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for the faithful who for some reason keep visiting at the same numbers since i quit posting regularly, this fun video was send from our good friend woody. it is a seemingly wacko estonio biker music vid with modern zydeco music as if i haven’t heard that recently in new orleans.
all the way from estoniation. amaziation. beer glug-a-nation. revelation. transliteration.
so dig this euro vid. there are cool bikes, a catchy tune and if anybody can translate the lyics, please comment below.
peace out, motherf****rs. as i wrote two weeks ago, this site is yours. thank you for your contribution, woody.
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Mootorratta lugu
Motorcycle song
Performed by Apelsin
Mootorratta ostsin uue
selga tõmbasin nahkse kuue
kõrvus vilistab nüüd tuul
ära käin nüüd kasvõi kuul
Sõidan pots ja postivahe
neljataktilise hääl on lahe
pärast seda kui lõpetan töö
matstivändast ta käima löön
Mootor tuksub, loodus kutsub,
päike paistab, näokest paitab,
tee ääres neiuke hüüab-
„Võta mind lõbusõidule.“
Käidi Tartus, käidi Põlvas,
Võrus, Otepääl ja Tõrvas,
järveääres peetud sai piknik
et kojusõit ei tunduks liiga pikk
Küljes mul on bensulõhnad
saabastel on paksud põhjad
raudtäkul ratsutan
sest vabadust ma armastan
Küljes meil on bensulõhnad
saabastel on paksud põhjad
mootorrattal sõidame
sest vabadust me naudime
Küljes meil on bensulõhnad
saabastel on paksud põhjad
kõrvus vilistab nüüd tuul
ära käime kasvõi kuul
Bought a new motorcycle
dragged on my leather coat.
Now wind is whistling in my ears.
I’d even go to the moon.
Riding „poof“ and post distance1.
Four-stroke sound is cool.
After I finish work,
I’ll kick-start it.
Engine’s beating, nature’s calling
Sun is shining, touching my face
Miss (girl) is hailing on the side of the road
„Take me to the joyride.“
Went to Tartu, went to Põlva,
to Võru, to Otepää, to Tõrva2,
picnic was held by the side of the lake.
So the home-ride wouldn’t seem too long.
I have gasoline smell on me,
Boots have thick soles.
I’m riding on iron-stallion
Cause I love freedom
We have gasoline smell on us
Boots have thick soles
We’re riding on motorcycles
Cause we enjoy the freedom
We have gasoline smell on us
Boots have thick soles
Now the wind is whistling in our ears
We would go even to the moon
1 Saying about BMW’s one-cylinder motorcycles from the 1930’s and 1940’s- engine makes sound after every telephone post.
2 Places in Estonia.
I will send you the lyrics by e-mail, so it would be more clear.
Greetings from Estonia
Egon