domingo, 6 de enero de 2013

The Song of the Lonely Mountain



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.

By Neil Finn

1 comentario:

Mari dijo...

;))
¡¡Ya te dije yo que la película era muy bonita!!...jaja.
La banda sonora es preciosa. Ya verás tú como, al finalizar la serie de tres, será de esas que no se olvidan...;))
Un besito, cariño...;P