20.04.2004, 17:43
Ne brille pas forcément l'or
Ne sont pas perdus tous les errants;
Ne dépérit pas le vieux fort,
Ne gèlent pas les racines creusant.
Des cendres, un feu sera attisé,
Des ombres, une lumière s'élèvera;
Reforgée sera l'épée qui fut brisée,
Le sans-couronne roi redeviendra.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Ne sont pas perdus tous les errants;
Ne dépérit pas le vieux fort,
Ne gèlent pas les racines creusant.
Des cendres, un feu sera attisé,
Des ombres, une lumière s'élèvera;
Reforgée sera l'épée qui fut brisée,
Le sans-couronne roi redeviendra.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
The gods forgot they made me, so I forget them too
I listen to the shadows, I play among their graves
I listen to the shadows, I play among their graves