Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Крылатые назгулы

SONG FRODO

Between the months of April
Thirty in February
It turned out to be a strange case
I Sherstolapy fine.
Somehow, completing quests,
By heaven, I raised my eyes:
Not described in the legend,
What I saw in the sky.

Pulling visor cheekbones,
Unaware barriers
Winged Nazgul
Fly, fly, fly ...

This is not the Silmarils
The hero on the forehead,
And be afraid of black wings
Anyone who walks the earth.
Though believe, though do not believe,
I can tell you frankly:
I have since then until his death
I woke up in a sweat.

And I dreamed as a drone,
Forgetting Thangorodrim,
Fly me Nazgul -
I'm rolling in it a crumb ...