Песня “Misty Mountains“ из “Хоббита“

Песня “Misty Mountains“ из “Хоббита“ Far over the misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away ere break of day To seek the 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.