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.
Μακρια πανω απο τα Ομιχλωδη κρυα Βουνα,Στα βαθια μπουντρουμια και στα παλια σπηλαια
Τα πευκα βουιζαν απο ψηλα, ο ανεμος "σφυριζε" τη νυχταΗ φωτια ηταν κοκκινη, οι φλογες επεκτεινοντανΤα δεντρα οπως οι φακοι φωτιζαν με φως.
Uzakta Dumanlı Dağlar soğuk,Derin zindanlara ve eski mağaralara doğru,
Çamlar yükseklerden kükrüyordu,Rüzgar gece inliyordu,Ateş kırmızıydı, tutuşup yayıldı,Ağaçlar ışıkla tutuşmuş meşaleler gibi.