Текст песни Александр Мичурин - Следопыты

Am Em
At night muffled whispering spruce
Dm E
Rosa is cold, like ice .
    C F
From the swamps of black gorges
    Dm E
Formless fear rises .
On the streets of peaceful villages ,
Bringing with it cold and horror ,
Crawling nameless shadows
But we have blocked their way.

   Am
Security villages careless
     F
Fate assigned to us
   Dm
And the endless miles of roads -
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Our house , which is open to all the winds .

That snow blizzard throws at us ,
That hot dusty wind .
We rarely meet each other ,
Wandering along the roads of the earth.
After all, we have a bit of Middle-earth ;
At a meeting dropped : & quot; Hello ! & Quot; -
Again, we have planted the road
Wind leveled our wake .

Look at us as beggars,
The gatekeeper at the gate strong ,
Contemptuously hmyknet innkeeper :
& quot; Hobo ... dissolute people ! & quot;

We hide bitter smile :
Nobody knows on the ground,
What's alive in the people vagrant
Descendants of former Kings.
And if the prophecies of the ancient
Become a reality destined
On the banner of the White Tree
Vzmetnetsya BATTLE over again .

And again will forge
Sword broken in the old days ,
And troops broke his word
Rise from the gray shadows

Rise Ratna force
From the thunder will shake the earth ,
Catching Star of Elendil
Again, on the brow of the King.