Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Колыбельная Ирмо

Sleep, children of a burnt city,
As in the depth of the bottomless pool:
You are destined to immorted shackles, and
You are intended - white with gold;
Grass separation and herbs oblivion,
White poppies - peace of healing ...

Willow are inclined to dark water -
Sleep not knew the star name
Sleep, causing stored pain
Sleep, children of the burnt city:
You do not drink from the bowl split
Wine memories wormwood.

Tears and grief, fear and anxiety,
Memory of the house, the memory of the road,
Who are you, from where, and by whom you will not become, -
So the words on parchment disappear, -
What you lost and who you will not -
All fell, all fell ...

Shadows and glare in speaking crowd
Quiet herbs I spell:
Sleep - and sleep your yes will be light -
You do not hear how the wind cries ...
I, on my misfortune, is immortal,
And neither forgetful, nor do not know sleep.