Текст песни The Hobbit Shire - Не Выпускай из Рук Меча

It is still lying at the throne
Shields defeated enemies,
More Mists of Avalon
Store pagan gods.
And noble heroes,
Gathered in the castle of the king,
During a round table sit, arguing,
About battles of the past saying.

While still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let go of the sword!

More Druids somewhere roam
Among the enchanting forest,
The tavern bard song starts
For traders and laborers.
Merlin is great More
Arthur gives his advice,
And everyone sees in him with the rod
Goddess of ancient bright light.

While still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let go of the sword!

More thunder vengeance tournaments
And it does not cease ringing of swords,
Ornate picture
Tat heralds of all stripes,
Comedians entertain
In the squares of the copper penny,
More revered poets,
And the peace of the world more similar.

While still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let go of the sword!