13.05.2012 в 16:59
Пишет Haime:URL записи
Пусть у меня будет и такой вариант.
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;
Laid low like torches blazed with light.