Game of Thrones Песни Вестероса - Рейны из Кастамере
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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.
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.
*****
Да кто ты такой, вопрошал гордый лорд,
Чтоб я шел к тебе на поклон?
Ты всего лишь кот, только шерстью желт
И гривой густой наделен.
Ты зовешься львом и с большой горы
Смотришь грозно на всех остальных,
Но если когти твои остры,
То мои не тупее твоих.
О, как он был горд, этот знатный лорд,
Как могуч он был и богат,
Но те дни позади, и о нем лишь дожди
Средь руин его замка скорбят.
*****
С чего бы мне, - сказал тот лорд. -
Склоняться пред тобой?
На стяге твоем такой же кот
Лишь только цвет другой.
Хоть алый лев, хоть лев златой:
Важней длина когтей.
Не верю я, что коготь твой
Острее и прочней."
Так он сказал, так он сказал
Из Костомэре лорд
С тех пор лишь дождь в пустынный зал
По лорду слезы льет.
*****
Спросил гордец, "Кто ты такой,
Чтоб кланяться тебе?"
"Всего лишь кот, лишь цвет другой,
Скажу тебе в ответ,
Что злата цвет, что цвет зари -
Где когти, там и львы.
Мои остры, милорд, смотри -
Твоих острей они".
Таков он был, так говорил
Лорд гордый Кастамере.
Но уж давно одни дожди
Там плачут о потере.
Да, уж давно там ни души,
Оплакать чтоб потерю.
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.
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.
*****
Да кто ты такой, вопрошал гордый лорд,
Чтоб я шел к тебе на поклон?
Ты всего лишь кот, только шерстью желт
И гривой густой наделен.
Ты зовешься львом и с большой горы
Смотришь грозно на всех остальных,
Но если когти твои остры,
То мои не тупее твоих.
О, как он был горд, этот знатный лорд,
Как могуч он был и богат,
Но те дни позади, и о нем лишь дожди
Средь руин его замка скорбят.
*****
С чего бы мне, - сказал тот лорд. -
Склоняться пред тобой?
На стяге твоем такой же кот
Лишь только цвет другой.
Хоть алый лев, хоть лев златой:
Важней длина когтей.
Не верю я, что коготь твой
Острее и прочней."
Так он сказал, так он сказал
Из Костомэре лорд
С тех пор лишь дождь в пустынный зал
По лорду слезы льет.
*****
Спросил гордец, "Кто ты такой,
Чтоб кланяться тебе?"
"Всего лишь кот, лишь цвет другой,
Скажу тебе в ответ,
Что злата цвет, что цвет зари -
Где когти, там и львы.
Мои остры, милорд, смотри -
Твоих острей они".
Таков он был, так говорил
Лорд гордый Кастамере.
Но уж давно одни дожди
Там плачут о потере.
Да, уж давно там ни души,
Оплакать чтоб потерю.
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.
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.
*****
Yes, who are you, proud Lord,
So I walked to you on the bow?
You are just a cat, only yellow wool
And the mane thick is endowed.
You call for a lion and from a big mountain
We look Grozno on all the rest,
But if your claws are sharp,
Then my not dumber your.
Oh, how he was proud, this notable lord,
How could he have been rich
But those days behind, and only rains about it
The average ruins of his castle mourn.
*****
What would I, - he said that Lord. -
Need before you?
On a ton of yours the same cat
Only the color is different.
Though the scarlet lion, even though the lion is kilt:
It is important for claws.
I do not believe that your claw
Acute and stronger. "
So he said, so he said
From Kostomare Lord
Since then only rain in a desert hall
By Lord Tears pours.
*****
Asked the pride, "who are you
To bow to you? "
"Just a cat, only the color of another
I will tell you in response,
That Zlata color is that the color of the dawn -
Where claws, there are lions.
My island, Milord, look -
Your sharp them. "
That was he, so spoke
Lord Proud Castamere.
But long ago one rains
There they cry about loss.
Yes, there is no soul
Mail to loss.
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.
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.
*****
Yes, who are you, proud Lord,
So I walked to you on the bow?
You are just a cat, only yellow wool
And the mane thick is endowed.
You call for a lion and from a big mountain
We look Grozno on all the rest,
But if your claws are sharp,
Then my not dumber your.
Oh, how he was proud, this notable lord,
How could he have been rich
But those days behind, and only rains about it
The average ruins of his castle mourn.
*****
What would I, - he said that Lord. -
Need before you?
On a ton of yours the same cat
Only the color is different.
Though the scarlet lion, even though the lion is kilt:
It is important for claws.
I do not believe that your claw
Acute and stronger. "
So he said, so he said
From Kostomare Lord
Since then only rain in a desert hall
By Lord Tears pours.
*****
Asked the pride, "who are you
To bow to you? "
"Just a cat, only the color of another
I will tell you in response,
That Zlata color is that the color of the dawn -
Where claws, there are lions.
My island, Milord, look -
Your sharp them. "
That was he, so spoke
Lord Proud Castamere.
But long ago one rains
There they cry about loss.
Yes, there is no soul
Mail to loss.