A song about strange love.
\u201cSaba\u00f1. Movement"<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The Helshi sing of warriors - and I sing about the road,
Long and bright, warmed by the yellowest circle of the sun,
Where birds chirp and dew flows slowly through the grass,
The wind rustles here in the leaves and quickly runs away into the distance.
We have heard about peoples living closer to the north,
The sea lay between us and them; deep sea -
Who would be brave? Brave and courageous... so reckless
To swim across it? Hardly from the Djeart tribe
(I know) someone like this would be found; but people are different. And before
It happened that they surprised us. Now - and even more so.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
\u201c\u1f0e\u03c1' \u1f00\u03c0\u1f78 \u03c4\u03bf\u1fe6 \u0392\u03bf\u03c1\u03c1\u1fb6 \u1f10\u03c3\u03c4\u03ad? \u201cYou came from the north, right?\u201d \u2014
My friend asked this to his tall, light-maned husband.
\u201c\u1f18\u03c3\u03bc\u03ad\u03bd,\u201d he answered briefly; After a little hesitation, he added:
\u03a6\u03cc\u03bb\u03bb\u03bf\u03b9 \u1f10\u03c3\u03bc\u03ad\u03bd. \u039a\u03b1\u1f76 \u1fec\u03b5\u03c4\u03c3\u1fb1\u03bd\u03bf\u03af,\u201d he shook his head and
He pointed to his brown-haired friends with his hand. Fouls?
The same... rechans? We have never met such names.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
\u201cWhy did you cross the deep stormy waters?\u201d \u2014
I wanted to ask them. But I also knew -
The Judge will ask them the same thing. And my heart said this:
\u201cI can endure a little longer.\u201d And it didn\u2019t deceive.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
The sun rose into the sky and rushed up into the clouds,
Hid in them, where Azura's traces were still visible, and
The grains of sand illuminated, shining in the clods of earth. Our
The journey was about to end: the smell of wood smoke
He quietly whispered to us about it. Quiet, barely audible
The echo of muffled voices, where everything, even more, was mixed up:
Joy and grief, sorrow and hope, anxiety and clarity
Hearts - and ringing, bright, close, strange sounds
I certainly won\u2019t confuse it with anything. Never - I know for sure.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Here! - faces are approaching. And many of them are familiar to me;
Our people, suddenly seeing so many here, and again
They sank in fear at once. Funny, I don't blame them:
Although we are immensely proud of our appearance, we know:
Sharp claws and long fangs, the whiteness of both alvam and
They shout to people and doors: \u201cthere is danger here!\u201d And they are right.<\/p>\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\n
Voice of the Judge! Sounds so much like an igar[1]<\/sup><\/a>I\u0260\u0101r (j.). A Geart musical instrument resembling a horn.<\/span><\/span>