Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Нерданэль

How I hate you!
Leave while speech is calm.
How I hate you ...
Even the strings are out of tune ...

My white city, glorious city
Will sing you off with a quiet wind.
The world leaving in the fall
Sing in you, prince, faith.

Chorus:
Flour has many strings, but lutes
Happiness has none.
Soared up to the sky, homeless,
Than sunk to the bottom ...

The rains will pay for your memory
And the fallen leaves will warm
The gray skies of Middle-earth
For the first time all eternity of light.

I kiss cold marble ...
What chains were holding me?
But they hate me the most
Those who are scorched by your fire.

Chorus.

All I have left is the grayness of the sea
Yes, the cold dust of oblivion ...
You won't come back, I know, prince,
But I hope, as for salvation ...

I was left with only a bitter wind ...
I can't see from pain in my eyes ...
I whisper, burning out of anguish:
"How I hate you!"
Chorus.