Ed Sheeran Game of Throns - Hands of Gold
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He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his 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
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Перевод:
Он ехал по улицам города
Вниз со своего холма,
По улочкам, и уступам, и булыжнику
Он ехал на вздох женщины.
Потому что она была его тайным сокровищем,
Она была его позором и благословением,
И цепи и цитадели — ничто
По сравнению с поцелуем женщины.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his 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
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Перевод:
Он ехал по улицам города
Вниз со своего холма,
По улочкам, и уступам, и булыжнику
Он ехал на вздох женщины.
Потому что она была его тайным сокровищем,
Она была его позором и благословением,
И цепи и цитадели — ничто
По сравнению с поцелуем женщины.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом
He Rode Through The Streets of the City
Down from HIS HILL ON HIGH
O'er The Wynds and the Steps and the Cobble
He Rode to a Woman's Sight
For she was her secret treasure
She was her his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are notling
Compared to a woman's kiss
For Hands of Gold are Always Cold
But a woman's handel
For Hands of Gold are Always Cold
But a woman's handel
Translation:
He rode the streets of the city
Down from your hill,
On the streets, and ledges, and cobblestone
He rode a woman's breath.
Because she was his secret treasure,
She was his shame and blessing,
And chains and citadels - nothing
Compared to a kiss of a woman.
Because the hands of gold are always cold,
But at the hands of a woman it blows warm.
Because the hands of gold are always cold,
But at the hands of a woman it blows warm
Down from HIS HILL ON HIGH
O'er The Wynds and the Steps and the Cobble
He Rode to a Woman's Sight
For she was her secret treasure
She was her his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are notling
Compared to a woman's kiss
For Hands of Gold are Always Cold
But a woman's handel
For Hands of Gold are Always Cold
But a woman's handel
Translation:
He rode the streets of the city
Down from your hill,
On the streets, and ledges, and cobblestone
He rode a woman's breath.
Because she was his secret treasure,
She was his shame and blessing,
And chains and citadels - nothing
Compared to a kiss of a woman.
Because the hands of gold are always cold,
But at the hands of a woman it blows warm.
Because the hands of gold are always cold,
But at the hands of a woman it blows warm