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Аккорды к песне Хелависа — The host of the air

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  A        E     F#m           C#m 
I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde, 
     F#m              E   Am         G 
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow, nor Joyous Isle, 
         C             G       E    Am 
Where one found Lancelot crazed and hid him for a while; 
 G         F                   E 
Nor Ulad, when Naoise had thrown his sail upon the wind; 
 
Nor lands that seem to dim to be burdens on the heart: 
Land-under-Wave, where out of the moon's light and the sun's 
Seven old sisters wind the threads of the long-lived ones, 
Land-of-the-Tower, where Aengus has thrown the gates apart, 
 
And Wood-of-Wonders, where one kills an ox at dawn, 
To find it when night falls laid on a golden bier. 
Therein are many queens like Branwen and Guinevere; 
And Niamh and Laban and Fand, who could change to an otter or fawn, 
 
        A       E       F#m              C#m 
And the wood-woman, whose lover was changed to a blue-eyed hawk; 
  F#m        E           Am            G 
And whether I go in my dreams by woodland, or dun, or shore, 
      C       G         E         Am 
Or on the unpeopled waves with kings to pull at the oar, 
        F                   E             Am    E 
I hear the harp-string praise them, or hear their mournful talk. 
 
 Am            F  Am             G 
Because of something told under the famished horn 
Cm          G#       Cm            B 
Of the hunter's moon, that hung between the night and the day, 
   D#         B      G        Cm 
To dream of women whose beauty was folded in dismay, 
  B        G#         G           C 
Even in an old story, is a burden not to be borne.