Чингс Ли (Хандажапов) - Турушин Дуран | Текст песни

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Maybe dense forest whispers the conjurations
Or mountains sing a song for keeping our ardent hearts abroach,
Because we are betwitched by all these endless roads
The one who leads our way is our fate

Throughout our lives
Seeking ,
The wild-goose chase in tatter’d weeds
Just one chance
We will stand anything for our mission

These hinds importune us with fleers,
Try to make us escape our fears
We staring at the sky and see the dragon’s wings,
Hear the sound of harp strings
We are skains-mates,
Passed through hell’s gates
We’ll take the mugs of ale and
I’ll bite my thumb at them,
We must go ‘cause death awaits

Maybe dense forest whispers the conjurations
Or mountains sing a song for keeping our ardent hearts abroach,
Because we are betwitched by all these endless roads
The one who leads our way is our fate

Someday we’ll
Reach our dream and
Find something we’ve been seeking for years and
Stop being the runagates
Get a home, find our own place
Doff the gyves of dread and lose our freedom,
Night will turn these thoughts away
Swords in scabbards wish the fray,
All that matters for us in life is our way

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