Анарион - Моргэн
текст песни

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Hm A EM
The ancient lake is silent during the day,
Hm A EM
Only herbs and foxes traces.
Hm A EM
But at dusk, the darkness looks strangely,
Hm A EM
And the harp rings at the water.
Hm A EM
At the ancient lake heather and moss,
Hm A EM
Slows on the stones of the ore.
Hm A EM
And those who, as they believe, have long sailed away,
Hm A EM
They come here in the evening.

D Am
Good people, believe me
D Am
I don't lie to you -
D Am
Woe to the one who comes
D Am
On the lake at night.
D Am
So the fire disappears in the snow,
D Am
So the wind takes away
D Am
Woe in the evening
D EM HM A EM HM A EM
In the shadow of the mountains ...

And between friends that they heard about that
Place of owners of the destroyed walls,
There was a man, I did not know him
With the name Morgen.
He did not laugh at the old man's words
But as if he did not believe in the story,
He drank and looked into the overflows of fire,
And something flickered at the bottom of his eyes.

Good people, believe me
I don't lie to you -
Woe to the one who comes
On the lake at night.
So the fire disappears in the snow,
So the wind takes away
So you will disappear and you
Oh Morgen ...

And there will be no one to say about
How the road disappeared, leaving the path,
How silent silence is - that is, no,
How the path was exhausted, turning into an obscure trace.
How dudes a baguver with sweet wine,
And the silent thunder stunes
Great destinies and pure legends
In the sky silver-blue.

Good people, believe me
I don't lie to you -
Woe to the one who comes
On the lake at night.
Grief, and if night grass
His knees will touch
You will not return home
Oh Morgen ...

You hear the echo in the mountains
Seven times the finished swarm
And a ghostly myth embroiders a pitch
A thin needle by air.
Blue lights burned in water,
The chest cut, there was no strength
One of those who came was bent over him
And right, he asked something.

Good people, believe me
I don't lie to you -
Woe to the one who will hear
Rustle of cloak.
Woe to the one who meets the look
Lord of the destroyed walls,
You will not return home
Oh Morgen ...

Touched the water to the water lips
Sacred sources of years,
No mortals hear the singing of stones,
Neither death nor the past.
Look around the same, O Morgen, at smoke and at home,
You will quit them, forgetting everything,
What he saw and knew before he left
Lost in the forest in gold.

Good people, believe me
I don't lie to you -
Woe to everyone who comes
On the lake at night.
Virgin streams or warriors heather
They are taken prisoner
You are not the last of them
Oh Morgen.
Oh, you are not the last of them
Oh Morgen ...