Elbereth

Swans, slow dance of pretty strokes,
the indifferent walk on the pride
obscures the stranza hideing the bare.
Sad eyes crossed by the roses thorns
Sweet fragnances may hide strinking smells.
Swans, Ive seen the beauty.
Swans, Ive seen the simplicity.
But still, therere some gardens in which, statyes cry...
Sweet fragnances may hide my soul, my heart, my eyes, my arms...
[ The End Of The 2nd Act Lyrics ]