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  • Текст песни Скади - песня леголаса

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    To the Sea, to the Sea! The white gulls are crying,
    The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
    West, west away, the round sun is falling.
    Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling

    The voices of my people that have gone before me?
    I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
    For our days are ending and our years failing.
    I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.

    Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
    Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
    In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
    Where the leaves fall not: land of my people for ever!'

    За моря, за моря парус ускользает,
    Якоря, якоря шхуна поднимает.
    По волнам, по волнам, к западным пределам
    Путь ляжет нам вперед по гребням белым.

    Голоса, голоса тех, что вдаль уплыли,
    Над головой полоса яркой звездной пыли.
    Те дерева, дерева, что меня хранили,
    Как тетива, стрелу-меня пустили.

    Берега, берега земель последних.
    Мне дорога, дорога песнь снастей наследных.
    В Эльдамар, где листва не опадает,
    Волей Валар судьба нас возвращает.

    To the sea, to the sea! THE WHITE GULLS ARE Crying
    The Wind Is Blowing, And The White Foam Is Flying.
    West, West Away, The Round Sun Is Falling.
    Grey Ship, Gray Ship, Do You Hear Them Calling

    THE VOICES OF MY PEOPLE THAT HAVE GONE BEFORE ME?
    I Will Leave, I Will Leave The Woods That Bore Me;
    For Our Days Are Ending and Our Years Failing.
    I Will Pass The Wide Waters Lonely Sailing.

    Long Are The Waves on the Last Sheore Falling
    Sweet Are The Voices in the Lost Isle Calling
    IN ERESSEA, IN ELVENHOME THAT NO MAN CAN DISCOVER,
    Where The Leaves Fall Not: Land of My People for Ever! '

    Behind the sea, for the sea, the sail escapes,
    Anchors, Humble anchors raises.
    On the waves, by waves, to the western limits
    The way will fall forward on the ridges whites.

    Voices, the voices of those in the distance floated,
    Above head strip striking star dust.
    Those trees, wood that kept me,
    As a string, the arrow was allowed.

    Shore, latter shores.
    I'm the road, the road is the gears of cross.
    In Eldamar, where the foliage does not fall away,
    Will Valar fate returns us.

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