Текст песни Айре и Саруман - Песнь Ирмо

Sleep, children burned down the city,
How deep bottomless whirlpool.
You are destined to immortality shackles
You are meant to white gold,
Grasses and herbs separation oblivion:
White poppies, peace, healing.

By dark water willow leaning ...
Sleep, not knowing the name of the star,
In light of forgetting the pain stored,
Sleeping children burned down the city! ..
You do not have to drink from the cup of chopped
Memories wine polynevoe ...

Tears and sorrow, fear and anxiety,
The memory of the home, the memory of the road,
Who you are, where and by whom you will not -
So fade words on parchment.
What is lost and what you will -
Everything will forget ... all will forget ...

Shadows and highlights in weaves a spell,
I conjure quiet herbs:
Sleep! And your dream, be bright!
You do not hear the crying wind ...
I, for my misfortune, bezsmereten ...
And not to oblivion ... no sleep ...