Текст песни Песни Алой Книги - На смерть Боромира

Am
Through Rohon the swamps and fields
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Where grass grows like silver
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Hurtling wind brings only sadness,
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Hurtling wind rejecting good.
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What's the news from the western lands
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You brought today under my window?
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Does Boromir met at dawn,
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Or in the evening when it is dark

I have met him, but many years ago
As he walked away through the marshes and sands
He drove a horse through the desert and the forest
And he disappeared among the northern melancholy.
Boromir, I'm a long time looking into the distance
With the towers from the west with a high white cliffs.
But nowhere is not your horn boomed,
But nowhere is your helmet is not flashed.

Wind heat, hot south wind rushes
From sandy beaches and reeds
Drives with him he chases the bird whistle
The smell of the sea brightness of sunlight.
What you saw in the south wind-sigh
Where beautiful Boromir is now floats
Where he goes. No it with me for a long time
I grieve, but what he is not.

You do not ask me where Boromir.
Many were killed on the banks of the mighty
Wind from the north sends them to my silent world
And they are floating on the small boats.
Boromir, the trail leads to the south people
Many went on it bums and sailors,
But no one will have seen the seas
In remote and inhospitable coast

From Raurosa from stone pillars
Rushes cold wind from the northern lands.
He blows his own horn in the hills ringing,
He breath cools the hearts of men.
What's in the north of the wind Pilgrim?
Does Boromir saw you in the woods?
I not met if at Anduin with him?
Had he lived in the northern hills

He fought against a variety of enemies,
Sword in the for battle hacked broken shield.
He rests the ancient shores,
In Raurosa on the Island he was asleep.
Bormir, full of longing hearts
Tower guards, gold Minas Tirith
It will be to the north to look up days later
It will look to the north is worth