Таверна "Троллья нора" - Fangorn

Once in the tavern at the Black Mountain

Came old troll with a gray beard

He became a honey brew, cast over him

In the copper pot was throwing grass

Did he drink so nice

The next morning hangover is a party

And he attracts women like a bull calf

The next day, do not whine sides

In the old tavern folk dances

Of oak barrels gushing honey

Anyone who does not drink — he will soon die

And he did not die, who will drink our honey

C maids if not lucky

Drink a mug and it will go

In the old tavern folk dances

Of oak barrels gushing honey

Morning has come red dawn

Look, do not really have a hangover

The girls around one here, one there

And they themselves said yesterday I will not give!

Tavern called 'The trolls Nora'

Where in the morning has a headache

And beautiful girls out there just do not find it

And rarely do they cherish their honor.