Lyrics Эльфище - Друг мой Лайквенди
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Друг мой Лайквенди воевать не умел,
Но слез с дэлони и пошел на войну.
Он не брал с собой ни лука, ни стрел,
Он взял с собой лишь лютню свою.
Долгим был путь, перед боем - привал,
Сели в круг песни петь все те, кто не уснул.
Каждый славил войну и холодный металл,
Но вот вышел из тени лесной трубадур.
Он не знал песен о вражде,
А когда его подсадили к костру,
Он пел о любви и далекой звезде,
А солдаты хриплыми голосами подпевали ему.
А как дело дошло до великой крови,
Печаль и покой ушли в небытие,
Из дружины всей друг мой остался один.
Эх, ничего не поделать, он взял в руки копье.
Он рванул рубаху на два лоскута -
За покой любимой не грех умирать!
"А Элберет!" - но пропела стрела...
Песню лишь песня сумела прервать.
А враг не решился двигать вперед -
Слишком много потрачено крови, времени и сил.
Так что средь зеленых кущ до сих пор живет
Та, чьей руки друг мой так и не попросил.
А дома никто моего друга не ждал,
Та, о ком он мечтал, и не знала о нем.
Пусть кто-то славит войну и холодный металл,
А мы в душистой тени древ о влюбленных споем.
Друг мой Лайквенди воевать не умел,
Но слез с дэлони и пошел на войну.
Он не брал с собой ни лука, ни стрел,
Он взял с собой лишь лютню свою.
Он не брал с собой ни лука, ни стрел,
Он взял с собой лишь любовь свою...
My friend Lykvendi did not know how to fight,
But he got down from the deloni and went to war.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his lute.
There was a long way, before the fight - a halt,
They sat in a circle to sing all those who did not fall asleep.
Everyone praised war and cold metal
But then came out of the shadows of the forest troubadour.
He didn’t know hostility songs
And when they put him to the fire,
He sang about love and a distant star
And the soldiers sang in husky voices to him.
And how did it come to great blood,
Sorrow and peace have gone into oblivion
From the squad of all my friend was left alone.
Eh, there is nothing to be done, he picked up a spear.
He tore his shirt into two flaps -
It’s not a sin to die for the peace of your beloved!
"And Elberet!" - but the arrow sang ...
Only the song managed to interrupt the song.
And the enemy did not dare to move forward -
Too much blood, time and effort has been spent.
So in the midst of green tiller still lives
The one whose friend my friend never asked.
And at home, no one was waiting for my friend,
The one he dreamed about, and did not know about him.
May someone glorify war and cold metal
And we will sing in the fragrant shade of the trees of lovers.
My friend Lykvendi did not know how to fight,
But he got down from the deloni and went to war.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his lute.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his love ...
But he got down from the deloni and went to war.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his lute.
There was a long way, before the fight - a halt,
They sat in a circle to sing all those who did not fall asleep.
Everyone praised war and cold metal
But then came out of the shadows of the forest troubadour.
He didn’t know hostility songs
And when they put him to the fire,
He sang about love and a distant star
And the soldiers sang in husky voices to him.
And how did it come to great blood,
Sorrow and peace have gone into oblivion
From the squad of all my friend was left alone.
Eh, there is nothing to be done, he picked up a spear.
He tore his shirt into two flaps -
It’s not a sin to die for the peace of your beloved!
"And Elberet!" - but the arrow sang ...
Only the song managed to interrupt the song.
And the enemy did not dare to move forward -
Too much blood, time and effort has been spent.
So in the midst of green tiller still lives
The one whose friend my friend never asked.
And at home, no one was waiting for my friend,
The one he dreamed about, and did not know about him.
May someone glorify war and cold metal
And we will sing in the fragrant shade of the trees of lovers.
My friend Lykvendi did not know how to fight,
But he got down from the deloni and went to war.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his lute.
He took neither a bow nor arrows with him,
He took with him only his love ...