Текст песни Локсли Менестрель - Дорога Зовёт

Over meadows mist
The noise of the creek and the freshness of the river.
I still would have given,
To stay and not go further.
But the road is calling,
And I will tear the place suddenly.
At the heart of the voice sings:
"The road - your life, my friend."
And the dust from under the hooves,
And the wind noise in the ears
You to forget,
What is peace in heaven.
Through the storm, and through the heat,
The fog of war and a veil of darkness
I will go for that
Elven guiding star.
And for the umpteenth time again
I see distant lands,
And, perhaps, it shall stretch me there,
Where is my untouched:
On the way to the sunset,
On the way, the last ships.
And then I will be glad -
Elven region open to me.
Where blossomed foliage,
And eagles soar over the hill,
Where eternal spring,
His eyes lit sunset ...
In the meantime,
Over meadows mist and freshness of the river.
I gathered sack
And ready to go further