The Lord Of The Rings - The Pyre Of Denethor текст песни

ON THE FIELDS OF PELENNOR
text from JRR TOLKIEN, adapted by PHILIPPA BOYENS, translation by DAVID SALO
( SINDARIN )

Edrochant e
Na nagor,
Ed nan gurth.
A e gladhant
An e naun ad neth

(( Forth he rode
Into battle,
Forth into death.
And he laughed
For he was young again. ))

A naun aran
Hir gwaith beleg.
Elo!
Sui orthant vegil in
Vi'las beleg
Ortholl gurth.

(( And he was King.
The Lord of a great people.
And lo!
Even as raised his sword
In great joy,
Death came on. ))

Anann si lostar
Nu lae vi Ngondor
Si lostar na hir veleg,
Mithrin sui nir, thiliol celebren,
Ta geliant caran,
Purinnen na hereg

(( Long now they sleep
Under grass in Gondor.
Sleep now by the great river,
Grey as tears, gleaming silver,
Red then it rolled,
Dyed with their blood. ))

Lachant ned annun
Urianner i eryd
Sui ros garan dannant
Or pheli Pelennor.

(( Flamed at sunset;
The mountains burned;
As red dew fell
On the fields of Pelennor. ))