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
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 Wit Light.
Far beyond cold mallous mountains
In deep dungeons and ancient caves,
We must go with the first rays of the sun,
To find our long forgotten gold
In the embroidery pine noise,
Wind moaned in the night
The fire was red, his flame spread,
Trees glowed like torches
