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 biased with light. _______________________________
За Мглистые Горы пора нам идти В Поход за сокровищем прошлых столетий! Уйдем на рассвете, пусть бесится ветер, Нам древнее золото надо найти. __________
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