V()L()H 3 Опубликовано: 19 января, 2015 Песня Бильбо. В записи использовал малый Темир-комус Хоматова. I sit beside the fire and thinkof all that I have seenof meadow-flowers and butterfliesin summers that have been;Of yellow leaves and gossamerin autumns that there were,with morning mist and silver sunand wind upon my hair.I sit beside the fire and thinkof how the world will bewhen winter comes without a springthat I shall ever see.For still there are so many thingsthat I have never seen:in every wood in every springthere is a different green.I sit beside the fire and thinkof people long agoand people who will see a worldthat I shall never know.But all the while I sit and thinkof times there were before,I listen for returning feetand voices at the door. bilbo.mp3 1 Поделиться сообщением Ссылка на сообщение Поделиться на других сайтах