Текст песни Анарион - Изгнаннические сны

The shine of the native country
Through gold days and leagues,
Executive dreams
Beautiful all others.

And you, the deity of orphans,
I dreams for all my life.
Give me a transparent arch
And stars, like there, we have.
And I'm not here as everything
I see myself in water,
And be on the grass of dew,
And be on earth trouble.

The limits of my country
Preskye let him go away.
Executive dreams -
My flax, and Landlord - Lord,
But if you are friend - we go!
With me, here, here!
Meet: here is my home,
And this is my star.
Let them say - I'm blind, but still I will spend
Highness - asking for bread,
Highness - in his garden.