Текст песни Анарион - Броди по своей земле

Roam your land
Meeting the dawn without sleep
Fog floats above the water
Spring sings over the world
And in her eternal hymn
No room for words -
You cry in the Earth-without-Evil,
You hear my call.
You hear my call.

Here is death over my shoulder
There are wars and fear and risk
That sun bursting with clouds
That melting lunar disk
Wander in the tall grass
Leaving your sorrow -
There my joy lives
It's not a pity to forget the heart there.

And I would find you
If I was myself
But each of us is a hero
In the glory of the evil
And everyone will die in battle
For everything we have here
For our eternal revenge
For our bitter honor.

In my tired eyes
The former fire will cool down
In hot lips will die
Spells and spells,
But I will tell you
About the one who destroyed the firmament
And those who fought next to me
About those who did not believe in death.

Winter over our land -
Evening over blue ice
Time for legends and sleep
For those who have a home
Homeless is his life
Entrusts to the blind winds -
Here is the joy of freedom for us!

Oh, the bitterness of exile to us ...

/// Author's Note:

History: A certain Exodus elf remembers his beloved who remained in Valinore. What kind of elf - I do not know. It so happens that you mentally turn to someone who is far away.
There were associations - a garden of enchanting beauty, flowers with sharp long leaves - something like lilies or irises, a figure walks among the tall stems in the background, you can see it dimly and you can't see the face. Apparently these are the memories of the one who tells.