Текст песни Анарион - Посвящение Лутиэн

Who will sing to us about the dark ways?
Whose will will shatter my hopes?
The flower that the high clan plunged into dust.
Oh thin camp, about white clothes!

My black horse doesn't make my heart happy
And my rags, and the way of the servant of the vow.
I am not a servant or vassal of the light,
At least in blood he signed an oath to the light.

Don't look away, don't cry!
Share my path, experience the pain of a vow.
My eyes are sunset and my hands are dull wax
Yours is a white ermine, eyes like noon of summer.

My path is in a circle, yours is in the green forest.
Enter my circle and we will perish together.
From the bottom of the well into the haze of heaven
Close eyes. From the bottom of the well into the abyss.

From now on, there are no forbidden paths for me.
I did what I feared before
It remains to sing about the dark paths
And to smithereens hopes.

And swirls in the twinkling branches
A diamond that is inaccessible to an outcast.
I become ashes in the fall to the bottom,
While two go into the green log.
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the text was typed by ear