1
Gray eyes - dawn
And a fire siren
Rain, separation from him, gray trail
Behind a knife of running foam.
Yellow eyes - heat
In the sea of endless dunes sliding,
And at the wall until the morning
Black blood, reflection.
Blue eyes are the moon
Night, white silence,
Daily wall
Inevitable forgiveness.
Red eyes - war
Autumn, wolf steppe, the last fight,
Jump, all on Milentor
From falling and flying.
No, I'm not a judge for them,
Just without judgments of these,
I'm in debt four times
Gray, yellow, blue, red.
Like four sides
The same light
I will find - there is no fault -
All four of these dead colors ...
2
In a place where there were neither yours nor mine.
Where, according to legend, the treasures of two are kept.
Which two, asked the first.
And he answered him, we don't know down with him,
Such miracles have happened.
And in a place under the mountain, was born,
Dwarves seven in a year difference, servants of the great king
Having matured, they went, oh yeah!
One of them is the son of his father's friend, and then he went
And where, as the words say, they went to that mountain,
And having learned on the way where the sea of gold came from!
And having told that these, those who do not look like,
Those wondrous creatures of the gods who have lived here for many, many years
And they came in grief, having slain the cruel king,
They took all the gold from there.
3
Our house is lost
But the world hasn't changed ...
The road calls us forward ...
As long as the ominous mountain sends rays.
To the brink of night, and then:
The fog will leave and the shadow will disappear
A new bright day will come ...
A bright day that will conquer the darkness again
Fog and shadow
Day and night
Everything will disappear
Everything must, must disappear
By the will of the enemy
4
For blue mountains, for white fog
The squad will leave for caves and darkness
We will leave for distant waters before sunrise
For an ancient treasure from dead countries.
Dead gnomes, in days gone by
They forged metals skillfully;
Sapphires, diamonds, rubies, topaz
They kept and cut.
On an elf neighbor, a king, a rich man
They worked with hammers knocking;
And with a glare of the sun in great zeal
They could decorate the handle of the sword.
Ringing chains no thicker than Arlun
Epilates could be strung from above;
Into your necklaces in a fit of work
The rays of the pale moon were intertwined.
And they drank that your kings
And the ringing Lisars got themselves;
Lingering and new to the human ear
Their singing sounded in the depths of the earth.
The trees rustled on the steep slope, And the winds screamed in the darkness of the night; A dark flame soared over the mountains - And the pines burst into resinous fire. Then the bells sounded, The earth opened, the sky turned black. Where there was a dwelling - now ashes: The ferocious Iduer knew no mercy. And The dwarves, fearing punishment from heaven, No longer hoping for the power of miracles, They took refuge in the old underground passages And the trace of their riches disappeared forever. For the blue mountains, where darkness and snow, Where no human foot has stepped, We will leave for fast waters before sunrise, Wealth so that our take away from the enemy. But the gnomes did not know that their treasures are not there, just as there is no one who will give help, and so Elto ended
