Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
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 biased with light.
Котаны! Давайте завтра хором споём, а?)))
Шоб все знали текст к завтрашнему утру!
