Lyrics Элхэ Ниэннах - Вереск
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Мед золотой перебродит и станет брагой хмельной.
Болью своей перебредишь, усталый, вернувшись домой...
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
Пепел да горе - в чаше расколотой горек мой мед:
Странница-память тропами скорби по миру бредет.
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
Тени да мох на древних развалинах - все отболит:
Горькими травами да ковылями ложе стели.
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
...Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом, да горек мой мед,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет...
Болью своей перебредишь, усталый, вернувшись домой...
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
Пепел да горе - в чаше расколотой горек мой мед:
Странница-память тропами скорби по миру бредет.
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
Тени да мох на древних развалинах - все отболит:
Горькими травами да ковылями ложе стели.
Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом - пепел да терн,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет.
...Долог мой путь, и далек мой дом, да горек мой мед,
А на холмах меж северных гор вереск цветет...
Golden honey will ferment and become the hop of the hop.
Overcome your pain, tired, returning home ...
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
Ashes and sorrow - in a bowl of chopped bitter my honey:
A wanderer-memory wanders through the paths of sorrow around the world.
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
Shadows and moss on the ancient ruins - everything will ward off:
With bitter herbs and feather grass, the bed is stele.
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
... Dolog is my way, and my home is far away, yes my honey is bitter,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms ...
Overcome your pain, tired, returning home ...
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
Ashes and sorrow - in a bowl of chopped bitter my honey:
A wanderer-memory wanders through the paths of sorrow around the world.
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
Shadows and moss on the ancient ruins - everything will ward off:
With bitter herbs and feather grass, the bed is stele.
Dolog is my way, and my home is far away - ashes and thorns,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms.
... Dolog is my way, and my home is far away, yes my honey is bitter,
And on the hills between the northern mountains heather blooms ...