Molitva k Irmo, iz "Pesni Noldor"
(Prayer to Irmo, from "Songs of the Noldor")
Words and Music: Hiziel
Performed by: Loriol (guitar), Meldis (voice), Mithrilian (voice)
Translation: Maureen S. O'Brien, 2000

All that was -- how it was, will you tell?
It flourished, it triumphed -- do you believe?
In the daily living invitation, do you deceive?
What comes true in the grave -- do you control?
In all months, guilt is hot
Wandering out in frantic blood:
April is purple-crimson,
And August is gold.

Wounded by inconceivable light 
And drawn by the springing shower.
The golden crown of exile
We ourselves prophesied.
Do you return? Golden coins
Do you pay for what was lost?
In days that once were alive,
In days like fallen leaves.

Days of exile are sorrowful
Stars spilled on Earth,
A prayer, visionary, in hope
Of only the joy we give away.
The world is a dream, and waking, does once more
Your shape appear?
Do the words of penitent prayers
Summon your shore from smoke?

(Repeat last 4 lines)


This translation provided by Maureen S. O'Brien 
for the use of fans who know even less Russian 
than she does.