Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Воля Валар

The will of the Valar, light silver
He splashed on the white tablecloth.
I'm, unkindly squinting,
Like a Fool on the church parvis.

And my hand a piece of cake,
Bat wings are black with a bluish tint,
And my heart broke,
As frost flowers in late autumn ...

The will of the Valar defeated
Do not mourn me, winner,
Against joy against the plan,
Plan created by the solvent.

Thoughts of me are not supposed to,
That there is a vow of humility,
Prostrate helpless hands
I know not forgiveness ...

The will of the Valar, the will of the Dark -
Many eh difference between the forces?
The feathers are white or black -
Many eh difference between the wings?

Well I do, the Great Darkness,
World divide the enemy and relatives.
Go away, do not argue that we,
Late, oh, until midnight ..
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The will of the Valar, light silver
He splashed on the white tablecloth.
I'm, unkindly squinting,
Like a Fool on the church parvis.

The will of the Valar ...