Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Повелитель весенних ветров

Cane stalks are singing in the wind like a reed -
Who came up with thee, O poignant pain of gaining?
Our souls confusion braided juniper and hops
Over half a step before takeoff, a quarter of the string before the fall.

        Lord of the spring wind, give us wings -
        We have danced verses above the fog agate dreams;
        Teach us to fly, tell us love,
        Lord of the spring wind ...

Melting icicles word carries within river -
Who invented you nepokoya gorchaschee happiness?
All of us - the moon witches, mad heretics
In the realm of the young winds over which Manwe has no control.

        Lord of the spring wind ...

Juniper and heather - sadness elusive dreams:
These tears are sacred revelation of salt and bread.
We have one lord - Lord of the spring wind,
Our soul carries in his hands, the wide-open sky.

        Lord of the spring wind ...