Текст песни Руст - Спой, Мэглор, скиталец...

On the streets of these , where the sound of coins
And hundreds of madmen looking at us,
Sing , Meglor - wanderer , a ballad to me
About Maiden with brown eyes shine

Go to the edge of unprecedented latitude ,
In the forest, the winter silent and white,
Hang on the house where she lives ,
Brass bell , so he rang .

And if suddenly barks dog ,
And run out the one who stayed with her ,
Put it into the hands of the sword , a knife ,
A green heather my fields .

When he returned, as if in a heavy sleep
You will see that there is less than a day
Since then , as you Meglor , left her ...
And you will become gray , not finding me.