Текст песни Лора Бочарова - Похищение сильмариллов

The Silmarils:
At the hour when the sun sets
Silmaril's clear brow
Light hurts the height.
Light hurts the height.
Light hurts the height.

We are the source of wicked strife
Feanor's blood in our veins
Eldar - beware!
Eldar - beware!
Eldar - beware!

Buckle up your shell.
Close the path of greed to the heart.
But our eyes penetrate deep
And they hit the chest.
And they hit the chest.

Our dress burns like a star
But the source of the evil spell
We hold it in our hands.
We hold it in our hands.
We hold it in our hands.

The one who laughs will cry
And the hand that will touch us
Will turn to dust.
Will turn to dust.
Will turn to dust.

Full of pride, the master forged us for comfort,
But he loved us more than everyone.
Yes, more than everyone else.
Yes, more than everyone else.

Melkor:
Strengthening your defenses
I will insert the Silmarils into the crown ...
The Silmarils:
Melkor beware!
Melkor beware!
Melkor beware!

Melkor:
Is it really possible to hide from sight
A kind of Feanor's masterpiece?
The Silmarils:
Hey, don't get burned!
Hey, don't get burned!
Hey, don't get burned!

Melkor:
How dare he hide such beauty
From our eyes?
But the crown will be just right,
Yes, it will be just right!
Yes, it will be just right!
Ha ha ha ha ...

I’m an eerie skimmer!
Oh, how painful the cobblestones are!
The Silmarils:
It's his own fault!
It's his own fault!
It's his own fault!

Melkor:
Ugly stone, spoils my fingers!
Well, go to your uncle's pocket!
The Silmarils:
Put it back!
Put it back!
Put it back!

Melkor:
Oh, my claw burned out
My black claw - no, no!
Cursed be Manwe along with Elberet!
The Silmarils:
It looks like this nonsense.
It looks like this nonsense!