Текст песни Trolling Stones - Реггей по Боромиру

Winds - winds , you are mighty
You obedient flock Tuchevo
You are over fields
Stinky smell carrion

Mocked the world
And hovering in the sky sire
Give me an answer , and the winds .
What happened to Boromir ?

I am very clever wind northern edge
Where not grow and not banana papaya
Where in the tundra snow lies always in winter and summer
A man in a warm tent waiting rasveta

My question was wondering your dog
But all he found no answer yet
I zanyu everything from beginning to end and
But Boromir did not see , did not see .

And I'm a great and mighty south wind
I - Naboo Naboo and I know everything in the world
My forests are immense , unsociable
Only trees deftly climb Haradrim

I listened to the music of shamanic tam-tam
And I looked into the mouths gipopotamam .
But if only it had not eaten savages
That is not in my Boromir limit

And I'm a nasty wind western world
And, do not believe I've seen Boromir
Lying so quiet this nice little boy of
He horn razrublennyy held in his little hands

Elegant robe hugged tight shoulders
And next to him was his favorite Mechik
And he lay so calm , sweet , proud
But he was blue - because dead .