excitedУх ты, чего нашлось! Расширенная версия песни "Rains of Castamere" из "Бури мечей" Дж.Мартина. Очень неплохое исполнение и добавленные куплеты замечательно сочетаются с оригинальным текстом.
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.
O hear my call, the lookout cried
His eyes upon the vale
I see sunlight upon armour
Many riders on the trail
And still Lord Rayne of Castamere
Harped on his elegy
"No stripling boy untried by arms
Will play Lord over me!"
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.
The lions at the gate had come
To lift his infant heirs
On spears.
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.