Сл. Дж. Толкин, муз. Г. Л. Шор - Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold (полный текст) | Текст песни

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Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

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

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying -fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!


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