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.
Daleko iznad hladnog Maglenog gorjaU dubokim tamnicama i starim pećinama
Borovi su rikali u visinamaVjetar je jecao u noći,Vatra je bila crvena, njen plamen se širioDrveće se poput baklji rasplamsalo svjetlošću.
Tam gdzie chłód i gdzie zamglony szczytmusimy iść, nim przyjdzie świt.
Na zboczach góry wienczał las.Wył wiatr ponury w nocny czas.Płomieni ślad naznaczył świat,z płonących sosen iskier blask.