Текст песни Песни из Алой Книги - Всадники Рохана

Where now the horse rider,
And the horn 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 izborozhdёnnoe 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,
And the horn 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 izborozhdёnnoe plow?