Текст песни The Hobbit Shire - Пергамент

The ancient parchment knows it,
Children of the road remember this
The threads of the constellations feel it
The ancient gods believed in this.

And the wick trembles in the sticky wax,
And casts a shadow over the pages
Where swords and strings rang
But now these are just fables ...

The bitter taste of wormwood and wind
The rustle of leaves, a star in the sky -
The ancient parchment remembers it,
Remember those who leave the legend,
Looking back and looking at us
From the pages that made up time
In the quiet rustle of ancient legends
They stood up ... Just a vision ...

Just a vision ...

And the wick trembles in the sticky wax,
And casts a shadow over the pages
Where swords and strings rang
But now these are just fables ...

Fictions ...
Fictions ...
Fictions ...