Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
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.
За синие горы, за белый туман
В пещеры и норы уйдет караван
Шумели деревья на склоне крутом
И ветры стонали во мраке ночном
Багровое пламя взвилось над горами
и вспыхнули сосны смолистым огнем...
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns OLD
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 Wit Light.
For the Blue Mountains, for the White Fog
In the cave and holes will go caravan
Noisy trees on a slope cool
And winds moaned in the darkness of the night
The crimson flame melted over the mountains
and pine broke with resinous fire ...
