THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
В темноте ночи,
В яростный шторм
С серебряной меткой свободы
Дух его был рождён.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Словно ветер, словно свободный ветер.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Быть королём буша – его судьба.
По тайным горным долинам,
Через туман и деревья вековые
Бежит призрачный конь так горделиво,
Бесшумный, будто бриз.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
Он сын ветра, сильный и свободный.
Таура, его назвали Таура,
И королём, да, королём, он станет.
В час ненастный, в час ночной,
Взяв Луны прекрасной свет
Серебристый жеребенок
Явился на свет.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Королем своей земли стать должен он.
Между тайной горных троп,
Сквозь туман лесных равнин
Тихо мчится серебристый
Гордый исполин.
Таура! Чудесный Таура!
Он как ветер свободным рожден.
Таура! Чудесный Таруа!
Величайшим из великих станет он. THOWRA, THEY NAMED HIM THOWRA
In the darkness of the night
In the fury of the storm
With the silver mark of freedom
His spirit was born
Thowra, they named him Thowra
Like the wind, like the wind that is free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
To be king of the bush, his destiny
In the secret mountain vales
Through the mist and ancient trees
Runs the ghostlike horse so proudly
Silent as the breeze
Thowra, they named him Thowra
He's the son of the wind, strong and free
Thowra, they named him Thowra
And the king, yes the king, he will be
In the dark of night,
In a furious storm
With silver Tagged freedom
His spirit was born.
Taura, he was named Taura,
Like the wind, like a free wind.
Taura, he was named Taura,
Be the king of the bush - his fate.
According to a secret mountain valleys,
Through the mist and trees secular
Runs a ghostly horse so proudly,
Silent, as if a breeze.
Taura, he was named Taura,
He is the son of the wind, strong and free.
Taura, he was named Taura,
And the king, yes, the king, he would become.
In rainy hour, an hour a night,
Taking the beautiful light of the moon
Silver foal
Came to light.
Taura! Taura wonderful!
He's like the wind free born.
Taura! Taura wonderful!
King of his land, he should be.
Between the secret mountain trails,
Through the mist forest plains
Quietly rushing silver
Proud giant.
Taura! Taura wonderful!
He's like the wind free born.
Taura! Wonderful Tara!
The greatest of the greats, he will become. | |
