Já falamos que Tolkien foi um escritor espetacular, mas nesse post vamos dar uma pequena palavra sobre a música cantada pelos anões no primeiro trailer.

Toda vez que o trailer do Hobbit passa nos cinemas ou nos monitores de qualquer um, existe uma certa comoção quando Thorin Oakenshield canta “Over The Misty Mountains Cold”. Mostrando cenas que todos queremos ver, esse toque musical adiciona drama à produção.

A letra, cheia de metáforas, se refere muitas vezes a aventuras que irão enfrentar, tais como: “To dungeons deep and caverns old” para masmorras profundas e cavernas antigas, “To seek our pale enchanted gold” para encontrar nosso pálido e encantado ouro. Quem leu o hobbit já sabe do que eles estão falando.

Vamos a letra cantada no filme:

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,
To dungeons deep and caverns old,
The pines were roaring on the heights,
The wind was moaning in the night,

The fire was red, it flaming spread,
The trees like torches blazed with light. […]

Essa é a versão estendida da música dos anões:

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.

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.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old…

Matérias escritas sobre Tolkien.

The Hobbit – Uma jornada por trás das câmeras.

Tolkien – Curiosidades sobre um gênio.

 

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We drank, we fought, we made our ancestors proud. Andando e vivendo com o caderno na mão para não perder a informação. Publicitário metido a escritor com ideias que precisa por no papel. "From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present.” Cloud Atlas.

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