Текст песни Ронья - Ородрет

Our sovereign Orodreth on a fast horse,
In dazzling white chased armor
He leaves the city gates,
And does not see, from thoughts of joyless blind,
As a beautiful daughter looks after him
And sees him off with tears.

And the banners are burning with heavenly azure,
And a formidable detachment of glorified knights
Rides, eyebrows frowning severely,
And on the right hand, both gloomy and proud,
Not an elven, mortal tribe lord -
Sovereign marked Turin.

Horseshoes will strike together on gray granite,
And in response to them cold steel will thunder,
And there will be a loud echo
And the sovereign will sigh, and lower his eyes,
Because he won't come back
Not one who went to battle.

Oh wait! Wait! Look at me!
You shouldn't blame each other before the fight
And crying, probably, is useless.
But you will learn by the end of both the battle and the day:
You gave me not to the marriage bed -
To the bloody deathbed!