[Intro] [SFX: Ocean Waves Lapping] [SFX: Wooden Ship Hull Creaking] [Whistling - Solitary, Melancholic] [Verse- no instruments, sad, a cappela] Ai Uinen, Heryn i-Lhûn, linnon thar i Dûath, I felf vithrin — falas nu i tolf, a i giliath ring galir i cair. Lasta i laud, ú aníra i alagos, A cheba i gaear vi cam dîn an tiria i cair hen. [Verse - no instruments] Ai Uinen, Heryn i nglyd, i nîr lîn vi 'wing, Ista i râd pân i 'air, a toltha i randir na vâr. Tirn i Teleri agor cîr nu— i 'ngelaidh gail, A nallant i sereg a rhynd— raeg menner ned aear. [Instrumental - Sound Effect: Lone Whistling Melody, SFX: Ocean Waves Lapping, Hull creaking] [Refrain] Anno i hol an Uinen er, I nîr dîn ú-dhortar i rhîniath, An i rhîniath firir a in erdh– gwannar, A i nîn Uinen nallar– a lallar. [Verse] Chîd, Uinen, mellon e-aear, Nu iliath e-falas, mabo i lîr dhínen en-pên-chaim. I aear renas i faer bân in-enayd, A nu i-chîn dîn, i rhendir rhing a– mistanel, reniar. [SFX: Creaking Timbers] [SFX: Heavy Ocean Waves] [Outro] [SFX: Ocean Waves Lapping] [SFX: Wooden Ship Hull Creaking] [Sound Effect: Lone Whistling Melody] [Fade out - whistling] [Whistling - Solitary, Melancholic] [Fade Out] [End] Translation: [Verse] (To Uinen, Lady of the Deep, I sing across the dark,) (Where grey foam breaks beneath the mast and cold stars light the bark.) (She hears the sighing of the tide before the tempest wakes) (And holds the ocean in her hand to guard this drifting arc.) [Verse] (Hail Uinen, Lady of the Waves, whose tears are in the foam,) (Who knows the path of every ship and calls the wanderer home,) (She watched the Teleri build their ships beneath the shining trees) (And wept when blood and broken oars were carried on the seas.) [Refrain] (Pour out the salt to her alone,) (Whose tears outlast the grandest throne,) (For crowns will rust and kingdoms die—) (While Uinen's waters weep and sigh.) [Verse] (Calma, Uinen, friend of the sea, beneath the stars of foam,) (Receive the quiet song of those who have no other home.) (The sea remembers every ghost that centuries have borne) (And under Uinen's watchful eyes, the cold, lost wanderers roam.)
