Текст песни Фьелльског - Проклятие Марианы Блэквуд

Introduction:

It was a night over the village
A cold wind was howling
Sweeping leaves, raced away
And the rain tired whine

The tavern fun, light
Hearth darkness drove
It's so long ago opened
The people waited minstrel.

And he walked in the cloudy shadows
fatigue walking
The purple cloak was on his shoulders
And the lute at hand

The door opened, and the howling wind
There was at the same hour
But the guest calmly as home
I went and looked at us

The innkeeper gave it roll
And he led hand
The people then said to him,
Kohl came to us, so sing!

And the minstrel sat by the fire
There was a lute ringing
You listen to me softly
Through shiver and moan times ...

***

Pelee winds carried the fame
Among the people here and there
About how people once lived
Where was hail - ancin Alityud

Light vidoval not land more beautiful
And wise ruler did not know
Jonathan Earl Blackwood great
Honor and courted their name out there

Happy the people in that city
A lot of game fields and for sowing
So conceived Count multiply your race
To continue the good cause

That the people find it a bride
Brighter than the sun, the beautiful moon
it no longer in the world
Loved each other they

Bright wedding feast celebrated
They sang songs, danced every
The husband and wife went to the house
The people escorted them a kind word

There were years daughter Ella was born
Glad father shines happiness mother
Not by age smart and bold
On talents in magic dare

Only written sorrow legend
On the pages of the sad loss
Carved in the memory of people pain
I do not know us, who were guilty

At night, the dark gloom hangs over dreams
My daughter was very scared to sleep
In the corridor, silent pace
Soft way in the darkness strode mother

A quiet song with her mouth flew
Rastvaryayas hladnoy in the dark
Daughter for the last time because his mother found
On the way to the soulless emptiness

Crick came at the door of his father
A terrible cry of tortured soul
"Mom, quieter" rustling groans timid
Mother scream drowned

Morning broke out at dawn ragged
Horizon razverznulsya tear
And curse the night scream terrible
City turned veil

Day after day, my father was looking for an answer
"Mariana what's wrong with you?"
But I do not see the light of hope here
Where all ruhnolo under an evil fate

***

The daughter of my friend, he gave
Grieving soul in such a separation
Her store, he took the floor
And once again returned to a heavy meal

Gone for one another
Jonathan left one
With edinsvtennym his servant
And the spirits of guilt persecuted

But that glorious race was forgotten
Gone are the motives of joy
And those ever keeps edge
Curses spirit of great power

***

The people watched him heeding
But then the whole restaurant
Questions began to ask
About how the world is woven

What is the fate of daughter
And is there a hero here
What is not afraid of his struggle
With a curse, and trouble

But one said the minstrel
"About silent century
For feats of your hour has come
I am also waiting for the case "

Howled the wind suddenly the door opened
He closed his eyes people
Lute disappeared suddenly one motive
Roaring thunder in the sky

The people gave a rest for your soul
A lie on the bench
Only the bones in an old raincoat
And yes lute outfit

Strait from the sky hail and rain
Wind vnos steel rush
All found just before the hearth
vintage printing

It was an old faded billboard
And among the branches of a tree
"Rod Blackwood" says something
That fairy tale for children?