Текст песни Мелькор - Ария про Сильмариллы

Matched me in the mind of the apostate story -
Oh, what for the sweet poison he poured into my ears! -
About the brave, that the stones wondround created
And they invested all the skill and soul.
Of course, he was a fairy tale,
The apostate is no longer faithful
Nobody made shining stones
But why not try first?
And here in the invention is not in honor!
Kohl completely everything, where to strive?
What else to wish where to go? ..
Such a boredom, fit!
All that I have from fire,
Let this moment leave me
I give it to these stones I!
Thirst to create - this is a notch
So many works, sweet flour, -
And here is Silmarilla!
Oh Silmarilla
My song!
When you find out the essence,
From happiness, dries breasts,
You go free, in full growth.
I passed the exams, father,
So let you see finally
Shining stars!