Элхэ Ниэннах - О королеве Берутиэль, безумной ведьме
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(The song of the jester at the court of the sovereign Tarannon Falass)

Hands - wings of the bird exhausted ...
Do not compose ballads about Berutiel -
Only cats in the saying remained:
People have a short memory.
Fingers burn the ring of doomed ...
(White cat, nine blacks ...
Braids to the floor - just snakes ...)
They don’t even dare to remember the name.
You don't like the noise of the surf
The daughter of the priest of the moon, queen:
The necklace is golden to you
As a slave collar will put on.
The king does not regret the harsh
For you, no stones or gold,
Yes, bracelets - just shackles ...
- What, oh gods, am I to blame? -
Just right in a loop, but only scary
Meet seventeen with death;
Better than gold slavery -
To be zealous to death with a whip!
Queen in black clothes,
Mournful prisoner of star stronghold,
Curse the hated gondor -
Yes, pray to the moon goddess ...

... And according to the gonder, rumors and gossip:
"They say that the queen is a witch!
Senses spell and damage
And flies a stranger night
Like a bat huge mouse,
Let him do evil sorcery ...
The sorceress wanted to, - bosses, -
King of Iztvoy, not otherwise! .. "

The queen breaks her hands:
- If only she knew how to fly -
What to endure in a foreign land, flour
I would fly away from a bird!

Queen bites lips:
- Yes, possess me at least a drop of strength -
Gondor would become a dead desert,
My tormentor, spouse is a shameful,
It would be rotten in the grave for a long time!
O Moon, mistress of the night!
Infinitely your mercy,
But when you want to punish,
Kara will be worse than death.
Is my sin involuntary
You, Great, have not forgiven?
What, answer, before you, is guilty
And why do I have a sign of doomed?
... black wind, winged messenger,
If you brought the deliverance
Bring me the bowl of oblivion
With a tart dark drink of death ...
Oh, the departed king of the East!
I do not dare to believe you:
This is a fairytale. And the truth is cruel,
Like a loop overwhelming his neck.
But I believe - by faith of despair:
The heart is stupid, calm down!
I will remember how goodbye
You said - don't be afraid of anything ...

... and the next morning, during the hours of dawn,
Blinded by crazy anger,
Will call the sovereign to the answer
The wicked queen.
The witch will pay with life for the truth,
Only - death gives freedom!
Prediction - like a curse
Kings of a hated family,
And the king’s smile is terrible:
The wicked crazy witch
Prepare terrible torture:
To the ship - and to the will of the wind ...

... my eyes burn my eyes,
Dry with thirst in the throat,
And I will have to die with me
White cat and black cats.
The sea is grinning crazy ...
I just don't dare to curse you:
Everything would be so, departed! ..
But the goddess of the moon is stronger.
Ice infinite night
Moon sickle - like a knife by the throat ...
Two ethereal miserable lumps -
The cat is white with a black cat.
I still have time to smile
Death - like a beautiful virgin,
What gives oblivion, as mercy,
And the sea foam will dress
Snow -white body body -
The revenge of the goddess of the moon happened.

... But fate told another:
The messenger of the winged did not lie,
And the wife of King Hanatta
The angry queen became.
Let the sheets tear out from books
And they wrote the chronicle again -
They ordered to forget about the sorcerer,
But her prediction came true,
And you cannot destroy the memory.
And in the ladies of ancient remains:
The name Ruth is the name of anger.
So the queen made her court.

Hands - wings of the bird exhausted:
Do not compose ballads about Berutiel ...