DESCRIPTION:
"Tõrrede kõhtudes" is dedicated to the making of a very important Estonian beverage. Metsatöll leaves it for the listeners to decide which beverage it is, although the mentioned ingredients do not leave much room for guessing.

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Tõrrede Kõhtudes

Suveõhtul salatsi
sügasin ma lõuga,
tarvis tarre tagasi
tulla suure nõuga.

Õli lampi kallutin,
oota' polnud mahti,
tikutulel ärgitin
poolärkustund tahti.

Tammelauast tünni lõin
saunaruumi maha,
eided tarest välja ain -
et ei tuleks paha.

Humalaid ja linnakseid,
kailu omajagu,
sekka kadakaid veel tõin,
laanes kukkus kägu.

Muhelus on meeste näos,
silmades on säde,
nädalaid veel oota' vaos
keegi meist ei läbe.
Rauavitsas ragin sees -
sai vist veidi rõhke,
tühja sest, saab külamees
sellevõrra lahkem.

Kivivirre kalja ja lauludelaar,
tõrrede kõhtudes kesvaveetaar.
Kivivirre kalja ja rai-ra-ra-raa,
tõrrede kõhtudes rui-ra-ra-raa.

In the Bellies of Barrels

On a summer evening
I did rub my chin
Need to go back to the cabin
And bring out a large barrel

Oil I poured in the lantern
There was no time to wait
Strike a match and lighten
That half-snuffed wick

Now in sauna I put down
One huge oaken barrel
Chased out all the women
So that there'll be no harm

Hops and malts a-plenty
Some marsh weeds in as well
A few branches of juniper too
A cuckoo led my way

Beaming faces all around
Sparkle in their eyes
Weeks must still go by
No one can keep a-still

Iron hoops are rattling
Perhaps we tapped it too soon
But no matter, our old geezers
Will enjoy it all the more

Sing the ale and mead and stout
Barley is brewing in barrelling bellies
Mead is brewing and ray-ra-ra-ra
In barrelling bellies ruy-ra-ra-ra

This is not my song all hail to Metsatöll