The Moon Will Rise

Вольный перевод "Колыбельной для оборотня" в стиле кельтской баллалы.

Rain has stilled, but shadows wake,
Spilling wide through streets that ache.
In the silent town I roam,
Night has built her mirrored home.

Through the dark, the winds still weep,
Over roofs where secrets sleep.

But the moon will rise!
Through the storm and sorrow,
Wait a while — till the silver sky,
Yes, the moon will rise tomorrow!
Oh, the moon will rise,
Over me, over you —
Through the dark, through the blue,
The moon will rise!

Windows closed, and doors are sealed,
Dreams and echoes half-concealed.
Steps are fading down the stone,
Leaving me to sing alone.

Clouds are parting, slow and wide,
Let the darkness drift aside.

And the moon will rise!
Through the storm and sorrow,
Wait a while — till the silver sky,
Yes, the moon will rise tomorrow!
Oh, the moon will rise,
Over me, over you —
Through the dark, through the blue,
The moon will rise!

Spindle hums and shadows spin,
Wool and whispers, breath and skin.
Locks will break, and hearts will mend,
Nothing lost that will not end.

Yes, the moon will rise!
Light returning, white and hollow.
Through the tears, through the cries,
Yes, the moon will rise — and follow!
Oh, the moon will rise,
Over hearts, over sea —
Through the dark, endlessly,
The moon will rise!