Текст песни Квартплата - Эарендил

Earendil his boat
In Arverniene got on himself:
The ship forest itself was falling
In the Nimbretil forest
He wove himself to sail
Silver stripe;
The rod on the silver was
And the swan on the nose.

He royal took the armor,
What is stronger than all the other mail,
And the round shield that was covered
Golden runes district,
And the bow was taut - the dragon horn,
And he scored arrows, shooter,
Of chalcedony was a quiver,
Of the best steel was a blade;
Shelom on it burns with fire
With a feather eagle long drot,
And it blooms on his chest
Big emerald flower.

And so, from the northern land
A hero wanders in the distance,
He is under the star and under the moon.
As if in a dream, sometimes it floats
Floating in the bosom of the dead waters
Up to the edge of ice,
And there, behind it, only ice,
Behind the ice is Big Mga,
And the coast behind this Mgoy,
They must be a different world.

But the storm struck him
And we are driven by the west wind,
Forgotten by all, all a stranger,
Pilgrim has returned to his world.

Like a white swan, was
Bela, had two wings,
And so, got into the boat to him,
In the darkness, and the darkness became light:
On the Maiden Elving the Silmaril
Shone, she gave
Earendilu Silmaril
And she swam with him;
And in the final seas,
For the first time for mortals,
Through the mgu and dregs the boat floated,
Finding the path through the MGU and dregs.
And vortexes of the supernumerary
She was picked up
And now, over the abyss of the Dead Waters
Sailed safely,
As it was assigned to her.

The trees were roaring,
His over the black abyss,
Far gone
Worlds are all pre-initial,
Until he heard,
As if ringing, sounding
Pearly carefree
Waves about the ends of the earth. Away -
The mountain, and on the knees of the mountains
Valinor himself, and Eldamar -
Bay under it; and now rook
His in the white harbor,
From the darkness of the night he sent
Where elves house, where Ilmarin,
Like a wondrous dream, where is Tirion,
Everywhere light illumined,
And the turrets are patterned
Looking into the expanse of the lake.

There he stayed, studied
Wonder of the ancients wonderful,
And even the music began
For a mortal so difficult
White clothes
And the golden-harp harp,
And the seven lights before it were carried,
When through the Kalakirians,
He walked, the worthless slave of the land,
There, in the radiance outside of time,
In the most pure eternal Ilmarin,
Where is the Primordial Master
Without a word the word uttered
About the fate of elves and people
And visibly outlined the way:
One to leave, another to come.

Then his Earendil
Rook to a new replaced,
Mithril, Elven Glass
Went to that boat, -
She is no fun, no sails
Itself floated, and Silmaril
Shone over her, and a new one,
Resembled the dawn
And Elberet gave him
Immortality and two wings,
That he soars in height,
Like the sun and the moon,
And could contemplate from the outside
Everything is and everything.

Here he took off: above the rocks
He flashed above the mountains
What fenced Valinor
From Middle-earth, looked around
The limit of the immortals and the limit
Earth, under the sun and moon,
And he wanted a home
See again, and flew
There, like a bright star,
And from midnight always
From then on, until the dawn,
Grief will not illuminate the sea.

He saw everything, he heard everything:
And the moan of elf maidens and wives
Human wails since time
The most ancient and up to now,
But doomed to immortality,
Until the sky collapses,
Native land he can not
Touch and go through it,
And the beacon is lit in the distance,
To the people of his land
By the stormy waters and through the darkness
He could always find a way to him,
To the Shining Beacon.