Анарион - Броди по своей земле - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Wrong on their own land

Meeting the dawn without sleep,

Fog swims above the water,

Spring sings over the world

And in the eternal anthem of her

There is no place for words -

You cry in the ground-bez-out

You hear my call.

You hear my call.

Here death behind my shoulder

There is wars and fear and risk,

Then the sun in the break in the cloud

Melting lunar disk

In tall grass

Leaving your sadness -

My joy lives there

There is not a sorry to forget the heart.

And I would find you

If it were himself,

But each of us is a hero

In the radiance of glory evil,

And everyone will die in battle

For everything that we have here,

For our eternal revenge,

For our bitter honor.

In my tired eyes

The former fire will cool down

They will die in hot lips

Spells of speeches and charms,

But I will tell you

About who destroyed the firmament

And about those who fought next to me,

About those who did not believe in death.

Winter over our earth -

Evening over blue ice

Time of legends and sleep

For those who have a house,

The homeless life

Entrusts to blind winds -

Here is the joy of freedom to us!

Oh, the bitterness of expulsion to us ...

/// Note by the author:

History: A certain elf of the outcome recalls the beloved left in Valinore. What an elf - I don't know. It happens that you mentally turn to someone who is far away.

There were associations - an enchanting beauty of the garden, flowers with sharp long leaves - something like lilies or irises, a figure is coming among the high stems in the background, it is obvious and her faces cannot be seen. Apparently these are the memories of the one who tells.