Trolling Stones - Регги по Боромиру
текст песни

Winds-winds, you are mighty
Flocks of clouds are obedient to you
You carry over the fields
The smell fell smelly

Mock you over the world
And soar in the sky by sir
Give me an answer, winds.
What happened to Boromir?

I am a very smart wind of the northern edge
Where it does not grow and not a banana is not a papaya
Where in the tundra snow always lies in winter and summer
And in the warm plague of a person awaits the rash

My question was guessed by dogs
But all the answer did not find him however
I am giving up everything from the end to the beginning
But Boromir did not see, did not see.

And I am a great and mighty southern wind
I'm nabu-nabu and I know everything in the world
My forests are all immense-indiscriminate
Only the trees deftly climb haradrims

I listened to the music of Shaman there-tama
And I looked into the mouths of hypotamas.
But if only the savages did not eat it
Then Boromir is not in my limit

And I am the nasty wind of the Western world
And don't believe it, I saw Boromir
This nice little boy lay so quietly
He kept his horn cut in his hands

Graceful raincoat hugged tight shoulders
And next to him was his beloved Machik
And he lay so calm, sweet, proud
But he was blue - because he was dead.