Текст песни Элхэ Ниэннах - О королеве Берутиэль, безумной ведьме

(Song of a jester at the court of the sovereign Tarannon Falastura)

Hands are the wings of an exhausted bird ...
Do not make ballads about Berutiel -
Only the cats in the saying remained:
People have a short memory.
The fingers burn The ring of the doomed ...
(The cat is white, nine black ...
Spit to the floor - just snakes ...)
Even the name does not dare to remember.
You don't like surf noise
Daughter of the Priest of the Moon, Queen:
Your necklace is golden
Like a slavish collar put on.
Does not regret the king stern
For you neither stones nor gold,
Yes, bracelets - just shackles ...
- What, oh gods, am I to blame? -
Well in the loop, but only scary
Meet at seventeen with death;
Better than golden slavery -
Be screwed to death with a whip!
Queen in black clothes,
The sorrowful prisoner of the Starry Stronghold,
Curse the hated Gondor -
Yes pray to the Moon Goddess ...

... And rumors and rumors about Gondor:
"They say the queen is a witch!"
Sends enchantment and damage,
And flies on a moonless night,
Like a bat awesome
Yes, the magic is doing evil ...
The sorceress wanted, - gossip, -
The king of lime, not otherwise! .. & quot;

The Queen breaks her hands:
- If only I knew how to fly -
How to endure flour in a foreign land,
I would fly away like a bird!

The queen bites her lips:
- Yes, I own at least a drop of power -
Gondor would become a dead desert
My torturer, husband hateful,
Rotted long ago in a grave with a corpse!
O Moon, Lady of the Night!
Infinitely your mercy
But when you want to punish,
Kara will be worse than death.
Is my sin involuntary
You, the Great, did not forgive?
In what, answer, before you is guilty,
And for what is the Sign of the Doomed to me?
... Black wind, winged messenger,
If you brought deliverance,
Bring me the cup of oblivion
With a tart dark drink of death ...
O Retired King of the East!
I do not dare to believe you:
This is a fairytale. And the truth is cruel
Like a noose, sweeping the neck.
But I believe - the faith of despair:
Heart stupid, calm down!
I'll remember how goodbye
You said - do not be afraid ...

... And the next morning, at dawn hours,
Blinded by mad rage,
Call the Sovereign to account
The wicked queen.
Witch lives for the truth will pay,
Only - death gives freedom!
Prediction is like a curse
Kings of the hated family
And scary king smile:
The Unholy Mad Witch
Prepare a terrible torture:
To the ship - and to the wind ...

... the sun burns my eyes,
Thirsty throat,
And I will have to die
White cat and black cats.
The sea is grinning crazy ...
I only dare not curse you:
Everything would be so, Gone! ..
But the Goddess of the Moon is stronger.
Icy endless night
Moon sickle - like a knife at the throat ...
Two disembodied pitiful lumps -
White cat with a black cat.
I still have time to smile
Death is like a beautiful maiden
What gives oblivion, like mercy,
And sea foam will dress
Snow-white shroud body -
Revenge of the Goddess of the Moon happened.

... But fate told me otherwise:
The winged messenger did not lie,
And the wife of King Hanatta
Became an angry queen.
Let sheets of books tore out
And they wrote the chronicle again -
About the witch ordered to forget
But her prediction came true,
And you can not destroy the memory.
And in the old legends left:
The name of Ruth is the name of anger.
So the queen judged her judgment.

Hands - wings of an exhausted bird:
Do not make ballads about Berutiel ...