Текст песни Анарион - Морниэ

Scary ship Morneie
Gray take off of sails.
Whether low clouds,
Whether the old towers.
O! Ship Mornie
Sailing after me
I'm almost yours,
I'm ready,
Dark Ship Morneie.
After all, the burned hand
I do not evan tune.
Lying a lot underwater
Warriors, young girls -
In ripped clothes
Without sleep and hope
Pale lightning
There, on the deck of Mornie.
My hands on fire
In the wounds of their own and strangers
Do not touch the harp -
Harp burns from them
Arp burned out ... Morerey!
In every stone from the cliffs,
In every seagull over the waves,
In his heart I was looking for,
In each zipper
Morneie! Morerey! ...