Текст песни Музыканты на пиру - Рейны из Кастамере

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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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.
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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.
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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.
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Who are you, the proud lord asked
So that I go to bow to you?
You are only a cat, only with yellow hair
And a thick mane endowed.
You are called a lion and from a big mountain
You look menacingly at everyone else
But if your claws are sharp
That mine is not dumber than yours.
Oh how proud he was, this noble lord,
How powerful and rich he was
But those days are behind, and it only rains about him
Amid the ruins of his castle mourn.
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Why would I, ”said that lord. -
Bow to you?
On your banner is the same cat
Only the color is different.

Though a red lion, even a golden lion:
Claw length is more important.
I do not believe that your claw
Sharper and stronger. "

So he said, so he said
From Costomere Lord
Since then only rain in the deserted room
The Lord is pouring tears.
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The proud man asked, "Who are you,
To bow to you? "
"Just a cat, just a different color,
I will answer you
What is the color of gold, what is the color of dawn -
Where there are claws, there are lions.
My sharp, my lord, look -
They are sharper than yours. "
That was he, he said so
Lord is proud Castamere.
But it's been raining for a long time
They cry for loss.
Yes, for a long time there is not a soul,
Cry for loss.