Lyrics and translation Мельница - Тристан

Тристан

О тебе ли рассказал до времени
Только звон оборванного стремени,
Струн живая вязь —
О тебе ли, князь,
О тебе ли, мой серебряный.
Тугой металл
В руках зазвучал,
Видел и знал,
Поверить не мог,
Она тебе лира
Или клинок.
Сталью ты стал,
С болью ты спал,
С ее любовью
Спорить не стал,
В вороний стан
Вороных стай
Вернулся верный
Тристан.
Улетал во все четыре стороны,
Пел о ней путями горными,
Мерил мили дней
Гривами коней,
Там, где вороной стал вороном.
Забыл свой дом
За льдом и огнем,
Был возрожден
Ясным дождем
Из пепла,
В котором сожжен,
Был сожжён.
Мой серебряный,
Живой металл
Как сердце звучал,
Ночами читал
Между струн, между строк:
Она — клинок,
Она же
Сталь,
С которой ты спал,
С клинком и лирой
Спорить не стал,
И в горный стан
Вороньих стай
Вернулся волком
Тристан,
Верный Тристан.

Tristan

Was it about you the broken stirrup sang,
A tale told too soon, a mournful clang?
The living strings weave their design,
Is it you, my prince, so fine,
Is it you, my silver knight?
The unyielding metal,
In hands began to chime,
I saw, I knew the time,
Yet couldn't believe it was true,
She, a lyre for you,
Or a blade so keen and blue.
You became the steel so strong,
With pain you slept all night long,
With her love, a burning pyre,
You wouldn't dare conspire,
To the raven's camp you flew,
Where black wings gather, it's true,
Tristan, the faithful, returned anew.
Tristan.
He flew to the four winds' call,
Sang of her through mountain hall,
Measured miles of passing days,
With horses' manes in a haze,
Where the raven became the crow's disguise.
Forgot his home under the skies,
Beyond ice and fire's demise,
He was reborn, anew he rose,
From the ashes, clear rain flows,
From the ashes of his woes.
Burned and turned to dust.
Burned and turned to dust.
My silver knight, shining bright,
Living metal, taking flight,
Like a heart, his voice did sound,
Reading secrets, profound,
Between strings, between each line:
She, a blade, both yours and mine,
She,
The steel, so true,
With whom you slept, it's through,
With blade and lyre, what could you do?
He wouldn't dare conspire,
And to the mountain's peak so high,
Where raven flocks paint the sky,
As a wolf, Tristan did fly,
Tristan,
Faithful Tristan, forever nigh.