Феанор [Feanor] [English translation]

Translation by Andrey Ehrlich

published in 2012-06-23

You divorced with the place,

That's full of gold and grace,

You've got light in your soul,

But dark your leading role.

You trusted that Melkor

In love with Valinor,

But all you knew was lie,

It's sharper, than a knife.

So, there was bloody end,

But time's just like a sand,

And ships of the noldors

Have set off to the North.

Inspired by your speech,

They trust that they can reach

Without help of gods

The land they want.

Your spirit's strong,

But way is wrong.

Whether you like to die and to see the golden sky,

Whether in the grave to lie.

And this noldor

Left the land of valars,

Willing not the help of gods and patron saints.

He was first to reach the shore of

Middle Earth and there he brought

The curse for hundred years.

Your sword is lighting,

Like Silmaril at night,

The rival is hiding,

So you're winning the fight.

Your sword is lighting,

Like last flash of your eyes,

Death is bravely marching,

But Feanor still fights.

Now stolen what of you dreamt

And what forged in sweat,

A small piece of your soul

You put in each of stones.

With longing of revenge

You reached the Angband edge

The evil is too near,

In fortress of the Fear.

You rushed in avan gard,

But friends are far apart,

And balrogs all around

Are coming in surround.

Why do you die so fast?

Life could forever last,

The enemy is hear,

But you're still straight.

Your spirit's strong,

But way is wrong.

Whether you like to die and to see the golden sky,

Whether in the grave to lie.

And this noldor

Left the land of valars,

Willing not the help of gods and patron saints.

He was first to reach the shore of

Middle Earth and there he brought

The curse for hundred years.

Your sword is lighting,

Like Silmaril at night,

The rival is hiding,

So you're winning the fight.

Your sword is lighting,

Like last flash of your eyes,

Death is bravely marching,

But Feanor still fights.

Your spirit's strong,

But way is wrong.

Whether you like to die and to see the golden sky,

Whether in the grave to lie.

And this noldor

Left the land of valars,

Willing not the help of gods and patron saints.

He was first to reach the shore of

Middle Earth and there he brought

The curse for hundred years.

Your sword is lighting,

Like Silmaril at night,

The rival is hiding,

So you're winning the fight.

Your sword is lighting,

Like last flash of your eyes,

Death is bravely marching,

But Feanor still fights.

For what you need a crown

If there's no stones in it?

Like city without crowds,

Like trees without leaves.

So lonesome world without elves,

Like night sky without stars...

They only live in ballads,

That Epi sing to us!

That Epi sing to us!