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Sh'aente Dandelion


He obeyed, although his fingers had turned cold and numb on the strings, and he had difficulty making any sound whatsoever emerge from his throat. But there was no hostility in the Dryad's voice and he was a professional, dammit.

Yviss, m'evelien vente cáelm en tell
Elaine Ettariel Aep cor me lode deith ess'viell
Yn blath que me darienn
Aen minne vain tegen a me
Yn toin av muireánn Que dis eveigh e aep llea...
L'eassan Lamm feainne renn, ess'ell,
Elaine Ettariel,
Aep cor aen tedd teviel e gwen
Yn blath que me darienn
Ess yn e evellien a me
Que shaent te cáelm a'vean minne me striscea...

To Adore you, is all my life
Fair Ettariel
Let me keep, then, the treasure of memories
And the magical flower;
A pledge and sign of your love.
Silvered by drops of dew as if by tears.."

- Excerpt from Andrzej Sapkowski novel "The Time of contempt" - My interpretation of the scene this song is sang. Dandelion in Brokilon.

Shaente, Dandelion

Shaente, Dandelion