The Rising Wind

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I Órë Súrë

Apa rimpa rámar sa lirusta

Fëastaldar loapoldorë

Tá imi i vilya

 

Tamminsúrë astova

Lanyalte ter fanyar

Ar yanwë i hellër

 

Moina Voronwa

Ámër etelehtar sancëva tennar

Ecelli úoi, an meldenaitër anna turyandë

On rushing wings that chant

Valiant souls grow strong

High in the air

 

Wind-forged from dust

They weave through clouds

And bridge the skies

 

Familiar patience

Delivers us from hateful thoughts

Forsaken never, for true friends give encouragement