Текст песни The Hobbit - Over The Misty Mountains Cold - Dwarven Song
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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Далеко за холодные Мглистые горы,
В глубокие подземелья и древние пещеры,
Мы должны отправиться с первыми лучами солнца,
Чтобы найти наше давно забытое золото
В вышине шумели сосны,
Ветра стонали в ночи,
Огонь был красным, его пламя распространялось,
Деревья пылали словно факелы
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Далеко за холодные Мглистые горы,
В глубокие подземелья и древние пещеры,
Мы должны отправиться с первыми лучами солнца,
Чтобы найти наше давно забытое золото
В вышине шумели сосны,
Ветра стонали в ночи,
Огонь был красным, его пламя распространялось,
Деревья пылали словно факелы
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Far beyond the cold Misty mountains
Into deep dungeons and ancient caves
We must go with the first rays of the sun
To find our long forgotten gold
Pines rustled high above
The winds moaned in the night
The fire was red, its flame was spreading
The trees burned like torches
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.
Far beyond the cold Misty mountains
Into deep dungeons and ancient caves
We must go with the first rays of the sun
To find our long forgotten gold
Pines rustled high above
The winds moaned in the night
The fire was red, its flame was spreading
The trees burned like torches