Текст песни Алия - Западный ветер

West wind,
Island overseas
These legends
Filled with sorrow.

Numenor, how clear the stars are in our sky!
Numenor, it’s not too late to come to your senses ...
There is no fault on us, and the world is a reward for us,
But at the cost of the blood of eternity is not necessary.

Numenor, the wave of my sorrow will subside
Only if the memory of the heart suddenly cools down.
Oh Helen, everyone would give you life -
But no one knew what awaits you once ...

The bitterness of loss
Thunder peals
Thirst for omnipotence -
Lost happiness.

But now I won’t blame someone,
And watch the seaside at noon
- At an hour when the surf rings nearby
I look for him in the distance involuntarily gaze.

Numenor ... those days did not return ...
"Numenor!" - birds moan over the stormy sea,
And they left the world of the land of Valinor,
And the children of Numenor drowned in the waves.

Timing excesses
The lines are forgotten
To the exiles of the sea
The roads are open.

Our cities will rise on the seaside
As a reproach to the ever-young Overseas.
Again war, again howling hungry steel ...
How to forgive us those who sent us here?

Numenor - a name burned out in his heart with a groan.
What will replace the fugitives from now on?
All victories next to this are defeat ...
And at dawn the shore of Middle-earth froze.

West wind,
Island beyond the distance
These legends
Washed by sadness ...