Текст песни Песни Алой Книги - Песня Рохирримов

Where now the horse rider,
Where is the horn that sounded once?
Where the flame is burning now
Where hair bright colors of sunset?
Where are the songs of the harp,
Where the bow and arrow, helmet and chain mail?
Where is the spring and where to harvest,
Where field, furrowed plow?

They went like the wind,
The last in the field of thick wave.
They're gone, like a song,
As rain in a distant steppe is empty.

Who can collect the light ash
It has long been the burnt pine forest,
Who can hear a song,
Over the sea, which has forged long-standing spring? ..

Where now the horse rider,
Where is the horn that sounded once?
Where the flame is burning now
Where hair bright colors of sunset?
Where are the songs of the harp,
Where the bow and arrow, helmet and chain mail?
Where is the spring and where to harvest,
Where field, furrowed plow?