Текст песни Лаурэлиндэ - Финроду

Keep your heart shamelessly light
And let your hands do not touch frost,
So that after not the harp, but a handful of ash
You, clamping in them, brought with them;

Scattered in the stars and click on the north,
Crushed about the rock - coastal granite,
And remembered that someone desperately believes
And memory in the palms of trembling stores;

That you did not die, extended in the wind;
And in someone's window the candle will be warm -
And there you remember and wait for you somewhere
With a candle in hands, going to meet.

And maybe one day, throwing on the shoulders
Istrapy raincoat of immemorial days
And you will come to a lit candle,
Forgotten lonely hut

And, lick exposing from gray matter,
You step, trembling, on a familiar threshold,
Stucha, shuddering in wood doors;
And ash that you are so diligently Berg,

Dispel on the sky of the September wind,
And the grass will be covered in a cold night -
You finally arrived, will meet
Empty hollow da fear candles.

(c) Lomier