Текст песни Синтари Фэалиндэ - Эллаирэ

No and you are no longer resurrected
how not to cry do not moth
Gentle gentle flowering mint
This taste is bitter sweet
Return of the will of memory
All words confused the meaning
Just again gets up for us
This black mad ghost
Just again gets up for us
This black mad ghost
and ask the Lord of the Dead
In the path of distant blessings
and go through pain through moans
through false prags
Gentle gentle your eyes, meldanya,
as the knife is steel steel,
And your eyes are clear,
exactly stars burn patients
And your eyes are clear,
For sure stars, patients are burning.
Let your palms - the fluff of the Swan
But the eternity will come under them.
Your curls flicker quietly,
Like starry infinity