And who are you, the proud lord said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall
And not a soul to hear
Чисто моя (Фролова Виталия) полная версия версия этой довольно грустной песни:
Кто ты такой, сказал гордый лорд,
Чтоб кланяться тебе?
На стяге твоём всего лишь кот
Разится только цвет.
Что лев златой, что алый лев.
Важней длинна когтей
Не верю я, что коготь твой
Острее и прочней.
Лорд Тайвин молодой ещё
Я справлюсь с ним за раз.
Юнца я разобью сейчас
И Запад будет наш.
Так он сказал, так он сказал
Тот лорд из Кастамере
И Тарбекхолл с мятежным львом
Решился пойти вместе.
И Тарбекхолл с мятежным львом
Объединились вместе.
Но Тайвин, ветеран войны,
Он был давно готов.
И вышел он на Тарбекхолл
Против мятежных котов.
Я львят не боюсь, я лев большой,
-Лорд Уолдерран сказал,-
Сейчас я львят у стен разобью,
-Но сам у них побежал.
Был схвачен он и обезглавлен.
Как и его родня.
А Роджер Рейн был сильно ранен.
Он был добит чрез три дня.
Пал Уолдерран, пал Роджер Рейн,
И два их дома пали.
Теперь лишь дождь о них скорбит
В пустынных залах их.
Теперь лишь дождь по ним скорбит,
Поёт и слёзы льёт.
And what are you, The Proud Lord Said,
That I Must Bow So Low?
Only a Cat of a Different Coat,
That's All the Truth I Know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A Lion Still Has Claws,
And Mine Are Long and Sharp, My Lord,
As Long and Sharp as Youurs.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That Lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes, Now the Rains Weep O'er HIS Hall
And not a Soul to Hear
Purely mine (Frolova Vitaly) Full version of the version of this rather sad song:
Who are you, said the proud Lord,
To bow to you?
On your banner is just a cat
Only the color is open.
That the lion is gold, that the scarlet lion.
The length of the claws is more important
I don't believe that your claw is
More acute and stronger.
Lord Tywin young still
I can handle him at a time.
I will break the young man now
And the West will be ours.
So he said, so he said
That lord from Castamer
And Tarbekhall with a rebellious lion
I decided to go together.
And Tarbekhall with a rebellious lion
They united together.
But Tywin, a war veteran,
He was ready for a long time.
And he went to Tarbekhall
Against the rebellious cats.
I'm not afraid of the lion, I'm big lion,
-Lord Walderran said,-
Now I am lioning by the walls of breaking up,
-But he ran from them.
He was captured and beheaded.
Like his relatives.
And Roger Rhine was very wounded.
He was finished in three days.
Pal Walderran, Pal Roger Rhine,
And two of them fell.
Now only the rain is mourning about them
In the desert halls of them.
Now only the rain is mourning on them,
Sings and pours tears. | |
