ShyTooShy - The Rains of Castamere
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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
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А кто ты такой, сказал гордый лорд,
Что я должен склониться пред тобой?
Только кот в плаще другого цвета -
Вот все, что я знаю.
Золотой ли плащ, алый ли,
У льва все равно есть когти,
И мои длинные и острые, мой лорд,
Такие длинные и острые, как твои.
И так он говорил, так он говорил,
Этот лорд из Кастамере,
Но сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И никто его не услышит.
Да, сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И ни одна душа его не услышит.
И так он говорил, так он говорил,
Этот лорд из Кастамере,
Но сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И никто его не услышит.
Да, сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И ни одна душа его не услышит.
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
****************
А кто ты такой, сказал гордый лорд,
Что я должен склониться пред тобой?
Только кот в плаще другого цвета -
Вот все, что я знаю.
Золотой ли плащ, алый ли,
У льва все равно есть когти,
И мои длинные и острые, мой лорд,
Такие длинные и острые, как твои.
И так он говорил, так он говорил,
Этот лорд из Кастамере,
Но сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И никто его не услышит.
Да, сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И ни одна душа его не услышит.
И так он говорил, так он говорил,
Этот лорд из Кастамере,
Но сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И никто его не услышит.
Да, сейчас дожди залили залы его замка,
И ни одна душа его не услышит.
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
****************
And who are you, said proud Lord,
What should I bow before you?
Only a cat in a raincoat of another color -
That's all I know.
Golden raincoat, scarlet lee,
Lion still has claws,
And my long and sharp, my lord,
Such long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, so he spoke
This Lord from Castamere,
But now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And no one will hear him.
Yes, now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And not one soul will hear him.
And so he spoke, so he spoke
This Lord from Castamere,
But now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And no one will hear him.
Yes, now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And not one soul will hear him.
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
****************
And who are you, said proud Lord,
What should I bow before you?
Only a cat in a raincoat of another color -
That's all I know.
Golden raincoat, scarlet lee,
Lion still has claws,
And my long and sharp, my lord,
Such long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, so he spoke
This Lord from Castamere,
But now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And no one will hear him.
Yes, now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And not one soul will hear him.
And so he spoke, so he spoke
This Lord from Castamere,
But now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And no one will hear him.
Yes, now the rains poured the halls of his castle,
And not one soul will hear him.