Talking to the Moon Talking to the stars Talking to the Moon I find the truth in my heart
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Линии судеб пересекаются, Переплетаются в странный узор Люди по ним, как песчинки скитаются Веря в силу судьбы с давних пор.
Сила, разум и жизнь Над пустынной землей, Той, что спит вечным сном И над черной водой, Над холодным песком Сквозь небесную мглу, Как огонь из-за туч, Ярче солнца сверкнул Мира нового луч Освещая холмы, Где бушует гроза, Озаряя врагов Ледяные глаза Будет свет вновь сиять Над осколками тьмы Значит, вместе опять Сила, разум и жизнь ............................................... Свет летит сквозь туман Там, где дремлет гроза, Сквозь далеких врагов Ледяные глаза Будет свет вновь сиять Над осколками тьмы Значит, вместе опять Сила, разум и жизнь
Story of Tinuviel The leaves were long, the grass was green The hemlock umbells tall and fair And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering Tinuviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen The light of stars was in her hair And in her raiment shimmering There Beren came from mountains cold And lost he wandered under leaves And where the elven river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing He peered between the hemlock leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeve Her hair like shadow following Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam And forth he hastened strong and fleet And grasped at moonbeams glistening Through woven woods in elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet And left him lonely still to roam In silent forest listening He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden leaves Or music welling underground In hidden hollows quavering Now withered lay the hemlock sheaves And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In wintry woodland quavering He saught her ever wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering Her mantle glinted in the moon As on a hilltop high and far She danced and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering When winter passed she came again Her song released the sudden spring Like rising lark and falling rain And melting water bubbling He saw the elven flowers spring About her feet and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling Again she fled but swift he came Tinuviel, Tinuviel He called her by her elvish name And there she halted listening One moment stood she and a spell His voice laid on her, Beren came And doom fell on Tinuviel That in his arms lay glistening As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering Tinuviel, the elven fair Immortal maiden elvenwise About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering Long was the way that fate them bore O'r stony mountains cold and grey Through hall of iron, darkling door And woods of nightshade morrowless The Sundering Sea between them lay And yet at last they met once more And long ago they passed away In forest singing sorrowless
Talking to the Moon Talking to the stars Talking to the Moon I find the truth in my heart
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