Анарион - Колыбельная для маленького Лорда
текст песни

The sleeper does not remember the tired day.
Sleep to fire on the edge of heaven.
All covered sand, and on it
grow
Blue poppy
And other flowers of those places.
Their souls roam in the waves of sleep
In quiet meadows
At the high mountains
In a night song
The singer raises his face
Remembering the youth of the stars
Every night still.
How old are you there,
Nobody knows
Lightness of the legs,
You haven't flew for a long time
How transparent the earth
And the mountain is visible through
Come in more likely, so far
Nobody called back
Into this world, where is fog,
Like the longing of heaven,
Tears in the leaves will drain the sun,
A shadow leaves.
In rusty loops creaks
Old door
Two worlds ...
Wake up,
Look what day!