Текст песни Trolling Stones - Назгул Vol.3

I lived as a girl in Minas Tirith
But once an evil Nazgul kidnapped me
And the Nazgul carried me to his Nazgul territories.

I was the youngest in the family - lived freely
And now, in Mordor, a slave - it hurts with a whip,
Ah, why did I sing about Nazgul love?

Chorus:
My childhood is a winged bird -
Grind life with a war chariot
And if there were clean eyes,
Then they poked out with a knitting needle.

My home was not enough happiness
I dreamed about the wingspan
And he took and flew - the hero of my stupid dreams.

He cherish and love gave me his word
And he with friends in the Shire in a tavern: I am looking for a ring, they say.
Oh, you girls, do not believe in that Nazgul love.

Chorus:
My childhood is a winged bird -
Grind life with a war chariot
And if there were clean eyes,
Then they poked out with a knitting needle.

Happiness was so tense - reach for a stick,
But fate passed on me with a forged sandal,
I would take my life myself. Oh her to the dump.