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Nimrodel - Хелависа

Проигрыватель mp3 песни:
воспроизвести / пауза (клавиша NUM8),
с начала (двойное нажатие NUM8)

Читалка подбора по строкам:
начать с начала (двойное нажатие NUM5),
предыдущая строка (клавиша NUM4),
повторить текущую строку (клавиша NUM5),
следующая строка (клавиша NUM6),
прослушать аппликатуру аккордов в текущей строке (клавиша NUM2)

Текст песни с аккордами:

    Am           Em
An Elven-maid there was of old,
   F         C G7
A shining star by day:
   Am          Em
Her mantle white was hemmed with gold,
    F     Em    Am
Her shoes of silver-grey.

     Am         G
  A star was bound upon her brows,
    F           C
  A light was on her hair
     Dm       Am
  As sun upon the golden boughs
     F Em    Am
  In Lorien the fair.

              C               G
    Her hair was long, her limbs where white,
       C           D E7
    And fair she was and free;
       Am    Em     Am    F
    And in the wind she went as light
       Dm    Em    Am
    As leaf of linden-tree.

Beside the falls of Nimrodel,
By water clear and cool,
Her voice as falling silver fell
Into the shining pool.

  Where now she wanders none can tell,
  In sunlight or in shade;
  For lost of yore was Nimrodel
  And in the mountains strayed.

    The elven-ship in haven grey
    Beneath the mountain-lee
    Awaited her for many а day
    Beside the roaring sea.

A wind by night in Northern lands
Arose, and loud it cried,
And drove the ship from elven-strands
Across the streaming tide.

  When dawn came dim the land was lost,
  The mountains sinking grey
  Beyond the heaving waves that tossed
  Their plumes of blinding spray.

    Amroth beheld the fading shore
    Now low beyond the swell,
    And cursed the faithless ship that bore
    Him far from Nimrodel.

Of old he was an Elven-king,
A lord of tree and glen,
When golden were the boughs in spring
In fair Lothlorien.

  From helm to sea they saw him leap,
  As arrow from the string,
  And dive into the water deep,
  As mew upon the wing.

  The wind was in his flowing hair,
  The foam about him shone;
  Afar they saw him strong and fair
  Go riding like а swan.

    But from the West has come no word,
    And on the Hither Shore
    No tidings Elven-folk heard
    Of Amroth evermore.

Справочная информация:

Система читает подборы аккордов по строкам давай возможность разучивать их на слух. Перед названием аккорда произносится "аккорд". В качестве горячих клавиш используются NUM-клавиши: это дополнительный блок цифровых клавиш, обычно, справа на клавиатуре. Двойное нажатие - это быстрое нажатие одной и той же клавиши два раза подряд.

{Am} {Em} An Elven-maid there was of old, {F} {C} {G7} {A} shining star by day: {Am} {Em} Her mantle white was hemmed with gold, {F} {Em} {Am} Her shoes of silver-grey. {Am} {G} A star was bound upon her brows, {F} {C} A light was on her hair {Dm} {Am} As sun upon the golden boughs {F} {Em} {Am} In Lorien the fair. {C} {G} Her hair was long, her limbs where white, {C} {D} {E7} And fair she was and free; {Am} {Em} {Am} {F} And in the wind she went as light {Dm} {Em} {Am} As leaf of linden-tree. Beside the falls of Nimrodel, By water clear and cool, Her voice as falling silver fell Into the shining pool. Where now she wanders none can tell, In sunlight or in shade; For lost of yore was Nimrodel And in the mountains strayed. The elven-ship in haven grey Beneath the mountain-lee Awaited her for many а day Beside the roaring sea. A wind by night in Northern lands Arose, and loud it cried, And drove the ship from elven-strands Across the streaming tide. When dawn came dim the land was lost, The mountains sinking grey Beyond the heaving waves that tossed Their plumes of blinding spray. Amroth beheld the fading shore Now low beyond the swell, And cursed the faithless ship that bore Him far from Nimrodel. Of old he was an Elven-king, A lord of tree and glen, When golden were the boughs in spring In fair Lothlorien. From helm to sea they saw him leap, As arrow from the string, And dive into the water deep, As mew upon the wing. The wind was in his flowing hair, The foam about him shone; Afar they saw him strong and fair Go riding like а swan. But from the West has come no word, And on the Hither Shore No tidings Elven-folk heard Of Amroth evermore.