Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Легенда

He drew his sword, threw a cloak
And the belt tightened tight,
He said to his young wife: "Do not cry,"
He said: "You wait, I will be back soon."
She brought him a cup of wine
He drank with a sigh: "War is war;
I am his warrior, he needs me
But I'll be back ... "And he went into darkness.

    ... And a year passed, and two passed,
    And time passed by her
    And they told her that he would not come,
    But she is waiting, she is waiting for him.

And in the North, the sky is bloody ice,
And they say to her - "He will never come!
Do you hear a sad bird crying over the house? "
And she: "He will return, he promised ..."
"You now live as a young widow -
Cut your braids and don't sing songs
Put out the candle and close the doors ... "
And she: "He said that he would return home."

    ... Two years have passed and five years have passed:
    The wind from the north carries black ash
    Snow covered a small quiet house,
    But she is waiting, she is waiting for him.

And in the fifth year I knocked on her
Young handsome man from distant lands:
He said - love, said - come,
And she: "Well, how will I leave the house?"
And she: "After all, this war will end -
Who will meet him? Who will pour the wine?
Who will set the table? Who will bake bread?
Who will make the bed and sew clothes? "

    And someone will be silent, and someone will lie,
    And who knows the truth - looks away ...
    They told her he won’t come back,
    But years have passed - she is waiting for him.

Wanderers came into her house,
She gave them lodging and food,
And someone says again - come on,
And she smiled: "I'll wait.
I will choose a house, I will weave the linen -
He will wear a white linen shirt.
Do you hear my sickle singing loudly? -
I remember he loves hot bread. "

    ... Years have passed, and a century has passed -
    Wild rosehips have eaten around her house
    And time is passing by, passing by
    And she is waiting, she is waiting for him.

Neither time nor old age will touch
Neither human evil nor bad rumor;
A crow is circling above the battlefield
And she is waiting for everything - she is alive:
The braid gold has not faded
And the face - like snow, like the stars - the look ...
An old house in an ivy forest overgrown
Grape crawls on the dark walls;

    And a thousand years have passed
    But the path to the house was not overgrown
    And years do not count, centuries do not count:
    He said he was coming back - she was waiting for him.

Sigh softly, wipe away a tear:
"What, wanderer, tell me - is the war going on?"
And the blood on the earth always pours somewhere
And the wanderer will gloomily answer: "Yes,
Long years of battle are on. "
She smiles: "Well, I'll wait;
After all, once the battle should end -
I know, then he will return home. "

    Thousands of years, thousands of days
    The candle on its window does not go out;
    Maybe this legend is lying ...
    He said, "I'll be back."
            She is waiting for him ...