Lyrics Эльфийские песни - Эарендил

For wanderings the ship created
Wanderer of the waters of Ehrenendil.
He built a solid island,
Borta and masts erected,
Tkal sails made of silver,
I fixed the lights - to shine in the way,
Like the swan was
The carved chest of his rook.
In the armor of ancient kings
He wore a mighty mill.
With him the shield is a sacred script of runes,
Storing a wanderer from wounds;
With him, the faithful bow - the dragon horn
And the arrow ebony quiver;
With him, a sword of fire, that until the times
Covered in cold chalcedony.
The feather of an eagle was decorated
Diamond helmet, high and steep,
And in time with a breath on his chest
The emerald was poured.

And he left the shore,
Wandered in an unknown distance,
Wandering in witchcraft,
Where the way it went.
He led his rook
Away from the hostile shores,
From the grating of brittle ice
And from charred sands.
Bring to the brink of eternal darkness
His wandering is a secret move.
There Night merges with Nothingness
In the stagnant bottomless waters,
There the wind breathes foam tree
And he fights violently in the mist.
Earendil ways searched
Home, to the deserted land.
In blind ignorance, he led
The ship is running out of strength,
When the boundless black world
A strange flame illuminated:
That Elving from the gloomy heavens
He flew to him. Silmaril
She brought a wanderer, -
Earendil was crowned
A living fire. And again the ship
He turned, fearless,
Under the foaming of foaming waves
Wind perspiring persecuted.
The inexorable hurricane,
Born in the Other Land,
Breath of unearthly power
He directed the boat to the West.
She was drawn through the darkness,
On black waters, where on the bottom
The ancient earth is hidden
Left with the Beginning of Days ...

But here saw Earendil
A rim of pearly shores,
Where the thin music sounded
Surf of sparkling shafts;
That in a light cloud foam
There was a sacred Valinor,
And Eldamar lay in the distance
Over a series of quiet mountains.
The wanderer broke out of the darkness
Under the shadow of the shining heavens,
In the Abode of the Elves, Ancient House,
Where the air is gentle, the forest is bright,
Where is Ilmarin among the valleys
He races his mighty slope,
And inaccessible Tirion
Reflected in mirror waters.
In a land that lives beyond time,
Ancient sagas chased formation
He sounded and the song poured
Under the sounds of the harp is golden.
And in snow-white sewing
He was dressed, and the seven lights
He was shining on the road
In a country where there is no flow of days.
He was admitted to the secret world,
In which the young light is eternal,
Where is the first, True King
He has reigned for a long time.
He heard Earendil
Words forbidden by others;
Visions of Elves and Humans
Have passed the mess before him.
And the time has come, and a new canoe
The gift was given to Earendil:
Elect Elves for him
The crystal is elven and mithril,
He was crowned with a living fire,
The immortal fire is the Silmaril,
A gift of light Elberet;
He was served by a pair of wings,
What replaced the sails.
Earendil was lifted up
For new wanderings without borders
On the boundless sky.
On a wing of a winged ship
Having flied over the Eternal Country,
He rushed to the far end
Following the Sun and the Moon.
On the edge of the world is your ship
He directed in the darkness of the night
On the way back to the familiar world,
To my native land, hurrying home.
He raced over the misty haze
Star, wandering fire -
The forefront of the sun, in the gray world
Hurrying with the coming day.
Over Middle-earth detained
Eharendil hurried run;
He sensitively heard
Wailing of those who are in the old age
Killed - and the virgins of elven crying,
And the wives of men ... That Rock appealed
To him is to stay in heaven.
Eerendil forever became
For all lost in darkness
Star, flying in the sky,
Living fire, guide
To the Sacred Western Country.