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
Сквозь Мглистых гор хребет
Далеко, в холоде Мглистых гор
К старым крепостям и древним пещерам
Мы держим путь до рассвета
Чтобы найти наше давно забытое золото
Сосны шумели в вышине
И ветры стонали в ночи
Огонь горел ярко и поглощал всё,
И деревья словно факелы сияли светом
Far Over The Misty Mountains Cold
To Dungeons Deep and Caverns Old
We must away, ’more Break of Day.
To find out 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
Through the blasphered mountains Range
Far, in the cold of the hazy mountains
To old fortresses and ancient caves
We keep the way until dawn
To find our long -forgotten gold
Pines were nois
And the winds moaned in the night
The fire burned brightly and absorbed everything,
And the trees seemed to shine with light