Lyrics The Hobbit Shire - Не выпускай из рук меча

For the present lie at the throne
Shields of defeated enemies,
More fogs of Avalon
They keep the pagan gods.
And noble heroes,
Gathered in the castle of the king,
During the round table they sit down, arguing,
On the battles of the past.

While still strong and young,
The candle burns in your soul,
While the sepulchral cold is far away -
Do not let go of the sword!

More druids wander somewhere
Among the charming forests,
In the tavern a song the bard winds
For tradespeople and farm laborers.
Yet while the great Merlin
He gives Arthur his advice,
And everyone sees in his wand
Goddess of ancient bright light.

While still strong and young,
The candle burns in your soul,
While the sepulchral cold is far away -
Do not let go of the sword!

Still rumbling tournaments,
And the sound of swords does not cease,
Ornate paintings
Weave the herald of all stripes,
Comedians entertain
In the squares for a copper penny,
Still poets esteem,
And the world is even more like the world.

While still strong and young,
The candle burns in your soul,
While the sepulchral cold is far away -
Do not let go of the sword!