Текст песни The Hobbit Shire - Баллада о вольных стрелках

If you are scouring for thy
Unruly head
To loop thin neck
Make a thin,
No safe haven :
Hide yourself in the woods - you will not perish ,
If someone sold you
With no guts for nothing .

The poor and the poor fellow ,
Despising life servants
And homeless vagrants,
Who has some debts
All who have been driven , restless ,
In this free run forest ,
Because the boss here
Goodfellow - Robin Hood !

Here with a syllable understand
Not afraid of sharp words
Here with red carpet treatment
Rip - daredevils
And hide before the deadline
Even knights in the woods -
Who is without fear and without reproach ,
That is not always in the money .

Everyone knows deer trails,
If the line hand
In the past, servants and slaves ,
Now - freelancers .
Here, the one who loses everything ,
Protect and save up ,
Country walks on forest
Goodfellow - Robin Hood !

And yes live faring ,
Spite of all prohibitions
And did not lose heart
These freelancers .
Sleep , covered the starry sky ,
Moss tucked under the ribs .
No matter how cold they were -
Alive - and nice if alive.

But sigh of separation :
Somewhere in the house , and a tuft of land -
Yes stroke bows
To get to the battle did not disappoint,
And you will not find the best shooters !
What about tomorrow? Where they wait ? -
Says the world's first archer
Goodfellow - Robin Hood !