Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Идущему в Лориэн

My friend's careless,
You were infinite
Love in May.
Fun in your eyes
Cool soupy,
Well, goodbye!
Ash in your hands
Just like on the heart
Safety of years.
Marine foam
Painted Bagryanc
Sound light.

In the rustling of honey grass, they will drop voluntarily and peacefully.
The smooth of your dream will revive the carefree IRMO,
Here we were not lucky among the blood and troubled -
Break lightly
We part light ...

Sunset is burning like Purple Kings,
Above the throne of the day, over the blue valleys.
We remember everything: singing Hondoline,
Diamond Menegrot and Herbage Fields.

Child of coastal breezes
What a longing permeated
Your dawn?
But on the edge of sadness
You remember how shouting
Seagulls Following?

"There is only heaven and wind,
There is only the sky and the wind,
None of us in response
For a loosen period
For the last mistake -
But only the one who is immortal
It will experience their rock. "

Yes, you were firm as a handle of the blade.
Your way is straight, but broken in half.
It's time to go home, to the cherished shores.
With you my voice, my hand with you.

Maritime foam gives you a drop necklace,
A ghostly sail will die with you from trouble.
... Light lonely star will dissect, like a scalpel,
The still body is yours near the water edge.

1995 Laura Bocharov