Текст песни The Hobbit Shire - Не выпускай из рук меча

It is still lying at the throne
Shields defeated enemies,
More mists of Avalon
Store pagan gods.
And the noble heroes,
Gathered in the castle of the king,
During a round table sit, arguing,
On the last battles of words.

It is still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let the hands of the sword!

More Druids somewhere roam
Among the enchanting forests,
The tavern song bard gets
For shopkeepers and laborers.
More is a great Merlin
Arthur gives his advice,
And everyone sees in him with the rod
Goddess of ancient bright light.

It is still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let the hands of the sword!

More thunder vengeance tournaments
And it does not cease ringing of swords,
ornate picture
Tat heralds of all stripes,
Comedians entertain
The squares of the copper penny,
More revered poets,
And the peace of the world more similar.

It is still strong and young,
Lit candle in your heart,
While far sepulchral cold -
Do not let the hands of the sword!