The Rains Of Castamere TRADUCCIÓN - Ramin Djawadi (Impressão)

The Rains Of Castamere

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 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

Les Pluies de Castamere

Et qui es-tu, dit le fier seigneur

Pour que je doive m'incliner si bas ?

Juste un chat d'un autre pelage

C'est toute la vérité que je sais

Dans un manteau d'or ou un manteau rouge

Un lion a toujours des griffes

Et les miennes sont longues et aigües, mon seigneur

Aussi longues et aigües que les tiennes

Et ainsi il parla, et ainsi il parla

Ce seigneur de Castamere

Mais maintenant les pluies pleurent sur son hall

Sans personne pour entendre

Oui, maintenant les pluies pleurent sur son hall

Et pas une âme pour entendre