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За Мглистые Горы пора нам идти
В Поход за сокровищем прошлых столетий!
Уйдем на рассвете, пусть бесится ветер,
Нам древнее золото надо найти.
Под молотов звоны в забытые дни
Там гномы трудились в таинственных норах.
В дела своих рук колдовские узоры
И тайные чары вплетали они.
Из лунных лучей ожерелья плели,
Как гребни дракона, сверкали короны.
Свет солнца, с сиянием лунным сплетенный,
В кольчугах серебряных взор веселил.
Раз гром прилетел из-за Северных Гор.
И вспыхнули сосны большими кострами.
Багровое пламя, питаясь стволами,
Ревело и выло, объяв Эребор.
От ужаса люди сходили с ума
В долине под гром колокольного звона.
В безжалостном пламени злого дракона
Погибли они и сгорели дома.
За древним сокровищем надо идти,
В Поход за холодные Мглистые Горы,
Где в тайных пещерах и сумрачных норах
Забытое золото тускло блестит.
Tolkien's original poetry:
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was 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.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
В Поход за сокровищем прошлых столетий!
Уйдем на рассвете, пусть бесится ветер,
Нам древнее золото надо найти.
Под молотов звоны в забытые дни
Там гномы трудились в таинственных норах.
В дела своих рук колдовские узоры
И тайные чары вплетали они.
Из лунных лучей ожерелья плели,
Как гребни дракона, сверкали короны.
Свет солнца, с сиянием лунным сплетенный,
В кольчугах серебряных взор веселил.
Раз гром прилетел из-за Северных Гор.
И вспыхнули сосны большими кострами.
Багровое пламя, питаясь стволами,
Ревело и выло, объяв Эребор.
От ужаса люди сходили с ума
В долине под гром колокольного звона.
В безжалостном пламени злого дракона
Погибли они и сгорели дома.
За древним сокровищем надо идти,
В Поход за холодные Мглистые Горы,
Где в тайных пещерах и сумрачных норах
Забытое золото тускло блестит.
Tolkien's original poetry:
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To seek our pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells,
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, on twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was 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.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
For mallous mountains it's time for us to go
Hike for treasure past centuries!
We will leave at dawn, let the wind be infused,
We must find an ancient gold.
Under Molotov Slans for forgotten days
There, the gnomes worked in mysterious nora.
In the affairs of their hands, witchcraft patterns
And the secret spells were crowded.
From the lunar rays of the necklace,
Like the ridges of the dragon, glittered the crown.
Sun light, with shining moon woven,
In the challenges of silver gaze fun.
Through thunder flew because of the northern mountains.
And pines broke out with large fires.
Bagher flame feeding with trunks
Relo and dug, announced Erebor.
From horror, people went crazy
In the valley under the thunder of the bell tongue.
In the ruthless flame of the evil dragon
They died and burned at home.
Behind the ancient treasure you have to go,
Hike for cold mallous mountains
Where in secret caves and gloomy nora
Forgotten gold glitters.
Tolkien's Original Poetry:
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns OLD,
We Must Away, Ere Break of Day,
To Seek Our Pale Enchanted Gold.
The Dwarves of Yore Made Mighty Spells,
While Hammers FELL LIKE RINGING BELLS,
In Places Deep, Where Dark Things Sleep,
In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells.
ON SILVER NECKLACES THEY STRUNG
The Flowering Stars, on Crowns The Hung
THE DRAGON-FIRE, ON TWISTED WIRE
THEY MESHED THE LIGHT OF MOON AND SUN.
The Pines Were Roaring On The Heights,
The Wind Was Moaning In The Night,
The Fire Was Red, IT Flaming Spread,
The Trees Like Torches Blazed Wit 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.
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns OLD,
We Must Away, Ere Break of Day,
To Claim Our Long-Forgotten Gold.
Hike for treasure past centuries!
We will leave at dawn, let the wind be infused,
We must find an ancient gold.
Under Molotov Slans for forgotten days
There, the gnomes worked in mysterious nora.
In the affairs of their hands, witchcraft patterns
And the secret spells were crowded.
From the lunar rays of the necklace,
Like the ridges of the dragon, glittered the crown.
Sun light, with shining moon woven,
In the challenges of silver gaze fun.
Through thunder flew because of the northern mountains.
And pines broke out with large fires.
Bagher flame feeding with trunks
Relo and dug, announced Erebor.
From horror, people went crazy
In the valley under the thunder of the bell tongue.
In the ruthless flame of the evil dragon
They died and burned at home.
Behind the ancient treasure you have to go,
Hike for cold mallous mountains
Where in secret caves and gloomy nora
Forgotten gold glitters.
Tolkien's Original Poetry:
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns OLD,
We Must Away, Ere Break of Day,
To Seek Our Pale Enchanted Gold.
The Dwarves of Yore Made Mighty Spells,
While Hammers FELL LIKE RINGING BELLS,
In Places Deep, Where Dark Things Sleep,
In Hollow Halls Beneath The Fells.
ON SILVER NECKLACES THEY STRUNG
The Flowering Stars, on Crowns The Hung
THE DRAGON-FIRE, ON TWISTED WIRE
THEY MESHED THE LIGHT OF MOON AND SUN.
The Pines Were Roaring On The Heights,
The Wind Was Moaning In The Night,
The Fire Was Red, IT Flaming Spread,
The Trees Like Torches Blazed Wit 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.
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold,
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns OLD,
We Must Away, Ere Break of Day,
To Claim Our Long-Forgotten Gold.