Σάββατο 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2012

Randomness V

Το ότι στις 2 και κάτι το βράδυ, μέσα σε μια βρώμικη και σχεδόν άδεια πόλη θα άκουγα τα πουλιά στα δέντρα να κελαηδούν δεν το είχα φανταστεί ποτέ μου... :)















Far over the Misty Mountains rise
Leave us standing upon the heights
What was before, we see once more
Our kingdom a distant light
Fiery mountain beneath the moon
The words unspoken, we’ll be there soon
For home a song that echoes on
And all who find us will know the tune


Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive

Haven’t seen the back of us yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold


We lay under the Misty Mountains cold
In slumbers deep and dreams of gold
We must awake, our lives to make
And in the darkness a torch we hold

From long ago when lanterns burned
Till this day our hearts have yearned

Her fate unknown the Arkenstone
What was stolen must be returned

We must awake and make the day
To find a song for heart and soul


Some folk we never forget
Some kind we never forgive

Haven’t seen the end of it yet
We’ll fight as long as we live
All eyes on the hidden door
To the Lonely Mountain borne
We’ll ride in the gathering storm
Until we get our long-forgotten gold
Far away from Misty Mountains cold.

1 σχόλιο:

Fleur είπε...

Εγώ τα ακούω,αλλά το πρωί.:P