Lyrics Музыканты на пиру - 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.
*****
Who are you , the proud lord inquired ,
That I was going to bow to you ?
You're just a cat, only wool yellow
And thick mane endowed .
You call a lion and the big mountain
Look menacing at all the others,
But if your claws are sharp ,
That is not my stupid yours.
Oh, how he was proud of this noble lord,
How powerful he was , and rich,
But those days are behind him , and it only rains
Amid the ruins of his castle mourn .
*****
Why would I , - said one Lord . -
Bow before you?
On the banner of your same cat
As soon as the other color .
Although scarlet lion , though the golden lion :
Important long claws .
I do not believe that your claw
Sharp and durable . & Quot;
So he said, so he said,
Lord of Kostomere
Since then, the only rain in the deserted hall
According to Lord tears pouring .
*****
Asked the proud , & quot; Who are you ,
To bow down to you ? & Quot;
& quot; Just a cat, only the color of the other ,
I'll tell you in reply ,
What color of gold , the color of the dawn -
Where claws and lions there .
My sharp , my lord , look -
Your keener they & quot ;.
That is , he was , as said
Lord proud Kastamere .
But long ago some rain
There are crying about losing .
Yes, long ago there was not a soul ,
Mourn the loss of so .
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.
*****
Who are you , the proud lord inquired ,
That I was going to bow to you ?
You're just a cat, only wool yellow
And thick mane endowed .
You call a lion and the big mountain
Look menacing at all the others,
But if your claws are sharp ,
That is not my stupid yours.
Oh, how he was proud of this noble lord,
How powerful he was , and rich,
But those days are behind him , and it only rains
Amid the ruins of his castle mourn .
*****
Why would I , - said one Lord . -
Bow before you?
On the banner of your same cat
As soon as the other color .
Although scarlet lion , though the golden lion :
Important long claws .
I do not believe that your claw
Sharp and durable . & Quot;
So he said, so he said,
Lord of Kostomere
Since then, the only rain in the deserted hall
According to Lord tears pouring .
*****
Asked the proud , & quot; Who are you ,
To bow down to you ? & Quot;
& quot; Just a cat, only the color of the other ,
I'll tell you in reply ,
What color of gold , the color of the dawn -
Where claws and lions there .
My sharp , my lord , look -
Your keener they & quot ;.
That is , he was , as said
Lord proud Kastamere .
But long ago some rain
There are crying about losing .
Yes, long ago there was not a soul ,
Mourn the loss of so .