Cm
Far over
BCm
The Misty Mountains cold,
B
To dungeons deep
Cm
And caverns old,

Cm
The pines were roaring
B
On the heights,
Cm
The wind was moaning
B
In the night,
Dm
The fire was red,
ECm
It flaming spread,

Gm
The trees like torches
DmECm
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

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Мы придем
Сквозь мглистых гор хребет
В пещерах там
Не брезжит свет

Ветра стонали
В мраке ночном
Шептали ветви
Все о своем

Багровый всплеск
Нам нес конец
Заполыхало
Все огнем