Like Love I'm Lost

Like love I’m lost
I need an end
Cover the bright, happy tales of yours
For when it is worth believing
Tell me a story
Of sadness and grief
Raise me to the highest mountain
And drop me
For my end be it that it is painful
I find beauty in my release
After all of my compulsion is gone
What darkness may it leave?

Ve melmë Inyë ná vanwa
Inyë maurë an matta
Topë i tiri, valin narn en lle
Ten iire ta ná valda a vanwa dur mi
Nyarin amin i quanta
En nwalma ar nyerë
Ortanin na i halla orod
Ar limba amin
Ten mettanya nai ta ná naikelea
Inyë hirvanessë mi fainunya
Epilya en maustanya ná vanwa
Ya mornië aa ta lanémë?