Neil Finn Песня Одинокой Горы

Текст песни "Neil Finn — Песня Одинокой Горы"

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old.
We must away ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night,
The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light.