Текст песни The Hobbit Shire - Хоббиты из Шира

The Hobbits From the Shire

1. A creaking cart is taking me there,
Where old legends and grief is not trouble
Tired of my faithful pony, limping, but coming,
The east wind will bring the song.

On the Western Route I drive the third day
I watch as I pass the midday shadow
Three hobbits from the Shire meet at the gate
Such an unusual turn.

Ex .: Hobbits from the Shire,
Hobbits from the Shire, the wind sings to us,
Hobbits from the Shire, the road is calling!

2. I’ll see my friends, wave my hand back,
They were not aged at all by the raid of the past years,
We make strong coffee and sit by the window,
We’ll talk until morning.

I’ll read a book that Bilbo wrote,
Once again I find out where the hobbit has visited,
Three hobbits from the Shire take me with them
We will not return home soon.

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We will not return home soon ...