Текст песни Синтари Фэалиндэ - Менестрель-нолдо

I will incline into a lute unconscious
Let the strings sing under your fingers.
Sire, let me remember
White stone mirage from Tuna.
And to the gardens leading paths,
Light marble pavement slabs.
Forgive me, sovereign, song
Where the words of longing in one retinue.
I will incline into a lute unconscious
I will remember your oath again.
I'll break my fingers on the strings
To sprinkle a ballad with blood.
I will sing to you that I too
They see the Valar, only sick with melancholy,
But my words will go away with the wind
Indeed, verses do not embody pain.
I will incline into a lute unconscious.
Your mercy will pay me
Just know, King Noldor,
I do not need your mercy!
A look remained on your fingers.
Glorify the blood flowing through them.
Forgive me, Feanor, silence,
Here, my cruelty is not enough.
I will incline into a lute unconscious.
Earth stars eternal craving
But not one of those that shine on us,
Will not decorate your banner.
Remember, sovereign, song,
Minstrel bitter word
And forgive me, sovereign, insolence,
Wash your blade with your blood.