Текст песни Анарион - Земли Радости

There blueberries grow
Wind willow weaving -
            the joy of the earth.
No road harder
How to White stones
The walk to the crystal
Your stones.
But in my heart,
Oh my heart,
Asks the fields bloom
And may your tired feet
Stupa singing willows on the ground -
Earth's joys.

There was a blue-and-scarlet
Kryl sharp tornado
Himself did not spare,
He did not like anyone -
From lunar steel
Wavy sword
And a girdle of gold from him.

He found an island
But the gloom brought
In sharp stones,
Where dormant darkness,
It is a pile of rocks at the
The surf was lying
And the waves patted his wing.

And merknul clothes gilded silk -
So the first searcher into darkness left.

I knew and other
Searchers willows
Heralds the dawn,
So we called them.
Eyes brighter waters
Rook their ice
By Air am slides forward.

On the right paddle
Last night trail
On the left
Brightening the sky,
But morning came
And tenderness burned
Silver-ice people.

Of these, none have lived to see gray hairs,
But glorify them - neither turned away none.

No glitter crowns,
No screaming crows,
Neither evil nor despair - nothing
I did not know for a
Hunter simple
And heat were his hands.

And he would find the ground of grass and willows,
Yes, there is a boat to cross the bay.

There are pine trees and water as honey,
What a pity that none of us will.

But in my heart,
About my heart
Asks the fields blossom,
And may your tired feet
Stupa singing willows on the ground -
Earth's joys.