Текст песни Какая-то девушка с прекрасным голосом - Песнь о Берене и Лучиэнь.

It was green ivy, hops and curled,
Flowed foliage midnight shadow
Circling the star storm
In the quiet glades, herbs in a wicker
They danced Luthien
She sang a quiet flute
Sheltered in a dark
Silently dormant oak.
Beren came from the cold
Full of sorrow, alone;
He rushes sad eyes
In the darkness, looking extinguished Day
He hid the forest palace
And he flashed gold pattern
Flowers, pierces Feed
Hair flying Luthien
He hurried into the world
Floating between the dense foliage;
He called - but heard in response
Only the rustle in the abyss of silence
And grass inflorescences
Shivering in the wind light trail
On a dark blue glare
In the rays of the fading moon.
In the light of the morning star
Again he was - and again called
In response, a rustle of darkness
Brooks underground laughter and crying.
But hop wilted and withered thistle
Silently dead flowers,
And the land came on slowly
Dry leaves rustling cloak
Beren went through the dead wood
The anguish was wandering in the hills
Its mission beckoned heaven
And further reflection of winter storms
In the random dance of clouds
He saw the look of that disappeared
In writhing dancing wind
He saw the silk of her hair
She appeared before him
The attire of solar lights
Under the sky of pale blue
The colors of the earth thawed
So awakening brook
Hitherto cold tormented
So shed cleaner and gently
The motif of the birds brought
She had come - and at the same moment
Gone again ... But he vozzvalP
- Tinuviel! - And the mournful click
He sounded in the woods and clouds
And light rock fell to the ground
And it caught the light rock
And its gentle light flickered
Trembling, in the hands of Beren
He looked into her eyes -
They reflect light path
They fought vernal storm
And at this hour, on this day
He carried the birth of new forces
Her immortal beauty
It is done that promise rock
For Beren and Luthien
In the wilderness of forests where the eye goes out
In the realm of cold gray rocks
In writhing ferrous ore holes
They watched the sea separations
But the moment has come again bye
As promised rock; and from then on
In that way, that they are called.
They are not separate hands.