Текст песни Анарион - Броди по своей земле

Brody on their land
Meeting dawn without sleep
Flowing over the water fog,
Spring sings over the world
And in the eternal hymn of her
No space for words -
You cry in the earth-without evil,
You hear my call.
You hear my call.

Here is death for my shoulder
Here war and fear, and risk,
Then the sun in breaking closure,
That melting moon disk
In high grass brodie
Leaving his sadness -
There my joy lives
There is no sorry to forget the heart.

And I would find you
If it were,
But each of us is a hero
In the radiance of glory evil,
And everyone will die in battle
For all that we have here,
For the everlasting revenge,
For the bitter honor.

In tired of my eyes
Cooled by the past fire
In hot lips die
Speeches and speeches,
But I will tell you
About who destroyed the solid
And about those who fought next to me
About those who did not believe in death.

Over our land is winter -
Evening over blue ice
Time of legends yes sleep
For those who have a house
Homeless life your
Entries blind winds -
Here is the joy of freedom to us!

Oh, bitterness expelled us ...

/// Auto Note:

History: A certain elf of the exodus remembers the beloved, which remained in Valinore. What an elf - I do not know. It happens that you mentally add to who is far away.
There were associations - enchanting beauty garden, flowers with sharp long leaves - something like lilies or irises, among the high stalks in the background there is a figure, it can be vaguely and faces not to see. Apparently these memories of someone who tells.