Singer: Helavisa

If you understand me too, forget me not remember.

A radio catches only, only your frequency...

Even if you blow all the spiritual ammunition,
To break space and time, I can't go back
Where everything looks strange, my stubborn compass,
Where on thin ice all run your trains...

Are seen no socks in the pot or in a tub,
But I look for two mines-frogs,
German helmet, patched coat
And imported food for active dogs
A Spiderman costume and tea with the elephant,
Biggest bottle of excellent wine.
Large greeting card with bouquet and candle
Was discovered in a hole under the stove,
Lipstick, watch, lighter, key chain,
Another pair of elven boots.
And was even found in closet wardrobe
Knows how to be there, dwarf,
Our hobbit found under mountain of pillows
The little book of elven bawdy ditties.
In vintage jewelry box with Irish pattern
There was a flashlight the Night's Watch.
Forgotten someone great bloomers
And ripped the strings from a children's guitar.
Attacked the hobbit evil longing,
He failed to find even a trace of the sock.

Disaster struck in the hole by the river,
Can't find your hobbit socks
Have all wardrobes, chests upside down
And the earth goes round the hole shake.
And a lot of other things he dug up,
While a pair of socks was looking for
But no socks, that's such a trap,
But I look for pants and jackets,
The comb was a Golden foot,
And a couple of great elven boots.
There were seven arms, three of them from Mithril,
Sixteen pieces of fragrant soap
Toy Gandalf the purple coat,
Suspenders - but it's not.

I go through the summer coming to you hot on the sleepers,
Every step - the road to fire road to the fire
I want so badly to tell you and so little time,
I love you, I love you, I love you.

I'm hopelessly in love with sails,
The creaking of boots and the smell of the roads
Seeing strangers in dream heaven
But sometimes I see your doorstep.

Become my soul, bird, let the wind in the wings
Every night I dream of flight - cold fjords, mile after mile;

Only the wind evil knocking at my window,
I'm all alone, cold.
Come here, warm me up a bit
Maybe I'll Wake up then.

Curse the accursed gold,
For the treacherous glare of heat,
Remember that once,
That cruise was -
She died long ago.

The color of the night granite slopes
The color of blood the dry land,
And the amber eyes of the dragon
Reflects a piece of crystal -
I guard this treasure.

Forgotten freeze wells,
Faded Heather for miles around,
And I look like the sun is rolling
On the cold slope of the heavens,
Losing the remnants of heat.

And this is the best in the world of witchcraft,
Rejoice the sun on the blade of the comb.

As under the feet of the heart, you song throw your -
The last song, about Daeron.
Compose legends about birds that just before
death sing -
But death will not heal thee, o Daeron...