Misty Mountains
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,
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.
Far over the Misty Mountains cold,To dungeons deep and caverns old,
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.
Más allá de las frías y brumosas montañas,a mazmorras profundas y cavernas antiguas,
Los vientos ululaban en medio de la noche,y los pinos rugían en la cima.El fuego era rojo, y llameaba extendiéndose,los árboles como antorchas de luz resplandecían.