Finrod’s Last Ballad/Maxim Rakovskiy/Истина/Рок-опера "Финрод" - Максим Раковский, , Москва

За помощь с переводом спасибо А.А. _______________________________________ Translation/ Once flying arrow glittered with plumage Whose chest was waiting for it? Who knew direction? Whose light hand could direct it through the clouds to the target? What did the archer whisper when he took aim and the bowstring sang? You will soar above despair, clinking, You will disperse the evil darkness with an arrow, Truth. I cross your threshold in the land of shadows - But you are stronger than death and fate! Leaving behind my home and race, Forgetting my peace, I heard your call over the mountain ridge. Here, abandoned in the snow, A servant to anyone In a way that was unknown I was coming to you Seeking what kind of fire the Aftercomers’ eyes burn! I inherited riddles of bird flocks But the greatest mistery of all Is the secret of the human heart. Blind death beats inside, It cannot be defeated Nor reconciled with, But in one blazing moment The only