Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Баллада о Зеленом Острове

There is an island green
In cold seas,
There is pulling me in dreams
There's a gray moss hanging on branches
And elves are hiding in the woods.

There's an old castle
It stands on a hill
From the gray, huge stones.
In my dreams, he comes to me -
Former Palace of the Kings.

My dream is to get to the island green
And lock it look.
Climb the hill,
The gray walls to drop,
On the ancient stones stand.

From the hill you can stand and watch for a long time
On a marvelous wide scope.
I will stand quietly singing a song
Under quiet strings too much.

Sometimes, there are the ghosts of those
Who lived here and died here.
Barely in the night heard a quiet laugh
And the clash of swords and took.

On the island to get your dream for a long time,
Where towers stand on the hills
But sorry, dreams come true is not given,
And just to stay in verse.