Текст песни Ed Sheeran - Hands of gold

He rode through the streets of the city

Down from his hill on high

O’er the winds and the steps and the cobbles

He rode to a woman’s sigh

For she was his secret treasure

She was his shame and bliss

And a chain and a keep are nothing

Compared to a woman’s kiss

For hands of gold are always cold but a woman’s hands are warm