Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]
Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]
You have hated land
which for anybody a paradise.
you have light in your soul,
but it haven't rest
You believed , that Melkor*
so loves Valinor**
You heard only lies-
She as a knife into the back!
outcome was bloody
nature sheds tears
But Noldor***'s canoes
was rushed straight
Fair in your words
You don't know fear
damnation of Gods
makes laugh you
It's your spirit!
either:or die -will see new Land ,
or moulder slowly
And wonderful Noldor
left Land proudly
And not asked support
set foot on land
the first near Middle-earth
He took away damnation inside
your sword sparkles
like Silmaril****in the darkness
Enemy steps back
And everyone can hear your laugh
your sword sparkles
like your fire-eyed
Death approach
But Fëanor *****fights!
But Fëanor fights!
Enemy stole your dream
which you made by the sweat of one's brow-
because you put light of your soul
in those snones
Your way was enveloped
by retribution
your way direct to the Angband******
Founding break in mountain
where stones breath by evil
You shot forward
but host become detached
And Balrogs******* around
bring up the their circle
Why so hurry -
Elf can live for ever
around circle of enemy
You on the go
It's your spirit!
either:or die -will see new Land ,
or moulder slowly
And wonderful Noldor
left Land proudly
And not asked support
set foot on land
the first near Middle-earth
He took away damnation inside
your sword sparkles
like Silmaril****in the darkness
Enemy steps back
And everyone can hear your laugh
your sword sparkles
like your fire-eyed
Death approach
But Fëanor *****fights!
But Fëanor fights!
It's your spirit!
either:or die -will see new Land ,
or moulder slowly
And wonderful Noldor
left Land proudly
And not asked support
set foot on land
the first near Middle-earth
He took away damnation inside
your sword sparkles
like Silmaril****in the darkness
Enemy steps back
And everyone can hear your laugh
your sword sparkles
like your fire-eyed
Death approach
But Fëanor *****fights!
But Fëanor fights!
Why do you need a diadem,
If there no stones
like a tree without a crown
As a city without people.
world without elves is ordinary
here not enough them
They live only in the songs,
What we bards sing!
What we bards sing!
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