El Llanto De Loumiere
Abes nado el hijo de Al-Zumar
Su mesura estaba atán apres del man
Verná el postremeríay et non fabrá premiá
Voluntad de Dios, un buen día nació
Falso hijo de un rey y reveló su honor
Bastardo padrastro que lo condenó...
Hijo mío serás tú mi sucesor, conquistar
más tierras, arrastrar temor
Muerte al enemigo, somete al esclavo
y serás Señor...
Prez et honor, verdat decides
Vasallo del cativo
Prez et honor, verdat decides
Prez et hono Al-Zurman
Canto de los monjes abridme camino
Bufones y juglares cantad mi canción
Oremos en los bosques pidiendo el remedio
Aquel reino antaño murió...
Oh Dios, consiente el perdón
Haz que Al-Zurman no siembre el terror
Libera a los siervos de su posesión
La música eterna murió
Dios vos por vuestra merced non loades
a los homnes
Bondat et lacerla recudimos en tu nombre
Recuerdo aún aquel día el destierro a una
tierra del nunca jamás
Fui criado en los montes por los sacerdotes
a su voluntad
La voz del pueblo rompe en calvarios y
llantos pidiendo piedad
Mi misión se acercaba, notaba que pronto
la hora ha de llegar
Uviar...Librar Lumbre...Levar
Non sentir la su honra
Face mal su mesura
Dí gracias a mis hermanos dejando el
convento de días atrás
Sabían que volvería con la buena nueva
trayendo la paz
Las criaturas del bosque y los trovadores
me socorrerán
Añoraba el momento mis ansias contemplan
de odio a Al-Zurman
Me adentro en dominios del rey, y tras
gran esfuerzo logro personarme ante sus ojos
Loumiere!!!! Hijo!!!!
No soy hijo tuyo Al-Zurman, eres falso
profeta y te vengo a jurar
Que lucharé hasta vencer...
Oviestes señor, Non podestades
Homildad venció, intergar juglares
Rebato tu honor, homnes liberare
Mi albogon tocare, et laud tañeron
The Lament of Loumiere
In the waters, the son of Al-Zumar swims
His measure was taken after the man
He'll come to the end, and there'll be no prize
By God's will, he was born on a good day
False son of a king, revealed his honor
Bastard stepfather who condemned him...
My son, you will be my successor, conquer
More lands, instill fear
Death to the enemy, subdue the slave
And you will be Lord...
Honor and pride, truth you decide
Vassal of the captive
Honor and pride, truth you decide
Honor and glory to Al-Zurman
Song of the monks, clear my path
Fools and minstrels, sing my song
Let’s pray in the woods asking for remedy
That kingdom of old has died...
Oh God, grant forgiveness
Make Al-Zurman cease the terror
Free the servants from their possession
The eternal music has died
God, by your mercy, do not blame
The men
Kindness and mercy we plead in your name
I still remember that day, exiled to a
Land of never-ending
I was raised in the mountains by the priests
To their will
The voice of the people breaks in calvaries and
Cries asking for mercy
My mission was near, I felt that soon
The hour would come
Uviar... Free Lumbre... Raise
Do not feel his honor
He does wrong by his measure
Thank my brothers for leaving the
Convent days ago
They knew I would return with good news
Bringing peace
The creatures of the forest and the troubadours
Will aid me
I longed for the moment, my desires behold
Hatred for Al-Zurman
I enter the king's domain, and after
Great effort, I manage to stand before his eyes
Loumiere!!!! Son!!!!
I am not your son, Al-Zurman, you are a false
Prophet, and I come to swear
That I will fight until I win...
You saw, lord, you cannot
Humility has won, integrate minstrels
I challenge your honor, free the men
I will strike my albogon, and praise will sound