А кто Ты таков, спросил гордый лорд,
Чтоб я склонялся пред Тобой?
Всего навсего кот на другом гербе,
Вот вся на то причина.
Будь герб кровавый иль золотой,
У льва всегда есть когти!
А мои когти настолько же остры, насколько и Твои.
Так молвил он, так молвил он! Лорд Кастемира.
Но с тех самых пор лишь дождь в пустыннный зал по лорду слезы льет,
Да, с тех самых пор лишь дождь в пустынный зал по лорду слезы льет...
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 your
And who are you, the proud lord asked
So that I bow to you?
Just a cat on another coat of arms,
That’s the whole reason.
Be the emblem bloody il gold,
A lion always has claws!
And my claws are as sharp as yours.
So he said, so he said! Lord of Castemira.
But since then it’s only rain in the deserted hall, the Lord is pouring tears,
Yes, since then only rain has been pouring into the deserted hall over the Lord’s tears ...
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 your