Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - Маглор

Not stars in the hair - salt crystals,
The cruel light of the palm burned to pain -
You cry and sing, mad Maglor,
And the wind from the sea echoes this song.
You cry and sing - and in these songs
Sad gulls moan and wind lead
That the ships will not return
From Valmar - the past will not rise again -
That will never return ...
And salty water burns my lips
And do not find in her quenching thirst,
And they will sink into Eternity with the drops of the year.
And do not find the answer, where are you going -
Your trail is washed away from the sand by sleepy rain
But the songs of the stars sound in your ballads
And - do you know what you are singing about?
But the songs of the stars are woven into ballads
In silence, people look down ...
Crazy minstrel sings by the sea:
Bread and wine are your reward
Crazy minstrel ... not the dust of the road -
Silks were laid to Maglor's feet,
Your white cloak was embroidered with gold
In silence, the gods listened to you.
Was the gold ringing your chorus
To the glory of the Queen of Queens -
Now the poor fisherman is crazy
He listens to crouching on the sand.
Now the madman is a long road:
A day or two - and again from the threshold
Wandering across the white sand without purpose
And again, bring down bare feet into the blood.
On the white sand - traces of a wanderer
At the sea, where the edge of the earth is sad:
Clinking lute gold strings
Do not touch the bloodied fingers.
Dm g
Dm g
C dm
F C Dm
You have no glory, no crown
And there is no sword - but who will touch the madman?
There is only an endless road
And the song is where the end of the earth, by the sea,
And the wind from the sea echoes this song
And the mad Maglor cries and sings ...