- Лицензия
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- Над треком работали
- Татьяна Каневская, Елена Каневская, Сергей Никоноров, Дмитрий Штатнов
- Альбом
- The Door to a Parallel World
- Студия
- Wanderers Records
- Текст
- Wandering alone among rocks morose and sheer
Sullen forests, rivers and hills
His cloak is weather-stained, but his voice is strong and clear,
The power of a king it reveals.
Ride along, o Elendil's heir!
Let the fresh wind take weariness away,
Your sword is sharp, your heart is fair,
Who knows where you'll meet the coming day?
The horns call for a war, evil forces have awaken,
Torches light the blackness of night.
Sacred ties of friendship never will be shaken,
Helping in the desperate fight.
Just hold on, o Elendil's heir!
Don't give up hope, the dawn will soon arise!
Its first rays will play in your hair,
And kindle again the fire in your eyes.
Ride along, o Elendil's heir!
Through joy and peril, world without end,
Out of time, no one guesses where,
A marvellous vision in the fading land.