Текст песни Дэн Назгул - Голос Рога

horn Voice

Last time hear the voice of the horn,
And in what crystal umchitsya our ship.
For the sea through the tribulation is a road,
A heart grows cold like steel ...

We have nothing to lose, there is no longer Vienne,
That Vienne that we have known since childhood.
There were only pieces of white foam,
And over Aldanom silvery light ...

Land chipped through the bloody sword,
Key is lost, forever closed the door.
We do not have to return to its former glory.
Forget it, because we exiles now ...

How sad to know that where there is a house and a memory
You now meet only death.
But how can the death of all leave?
One would have to look again and die ...

Take a look at the grove at the foot of Olti,
At Golden River rapids,
And leaning over the earthly flesh,
On the ground to lie down and do not take your hands ...

From the pink sand on the south coast,
From the hands of birches and fir paws.
And behind my left black,
Burned bridge as a ladder through the years ...

Well, here we are, the smoke in the East,
Alas, no, we did not cry after.
Last time hear the voice of the horn -
And the ship rises last Veld ...