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The Rains Of Castamere

As Chuvas de Castamere

And who are you, the proud lord said And who are you, the proud lord said E quem é você, disse o lorde orgulhoso That I must bow so low? That I must bow so low? Para que eu deva me curvar tanto? Only a cat of a different coat Only a cat of a different coat Apenas um gato de um manto diferente That’s all the truth I know That’s all the truth I know Esta é toda a verdade eu sei In a coat of gold or a coat of red In a coat of gold or a coat of red Em um manto dourado ou em um manto vermelho A lion still has claws A lion still has claws Um leão ainda tem garras And mine are long and sharp, my lord And mine are long and sharp, my lord E as minhas são longas e afiadas, meu lorde As long and sharp as yours As long and sharp as yours Tão longas e afiada quanto as suas And so he spoke, and so he spoke And so he spoke, and so he spoke E assim ele falou, e assim ele falou That lord of Castamere That lord of Castamere Aquele lorde de Castamere But now the rains weep o’er his hall But now the rains weep o’er his hall Mas agora as chuvas choram em seu salão With no one there to hear With no one there to hear Sem ninguém lá para ouvir Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall Sim, agora as chuvas choram em seu salão And not a soul to hear And not a soul to hear E nenhuma alma para ouvir And who are you, the proud lord said And who are you, the proud lord said E quem é você, disse o lorde orgulhoso That I must bow so low? That I must bow so low? Para que eu deva me curvar tanto? Only a cat of a different coat Only a cat of a different coat Apenas um gato de um manto diferente That’s all the truth I know That’s all the truth I know Esta é toda a verdade eu sei In a coat of gold or a coat of red In a coat of gold or a coat of red Em um manto dourado ou em um manto vermelho A lion still has claws A lion still has claws Um leão ainda tem garras And mine are long and sharp, my lord And mine are long and sharp, my lord E as minhas são longas e afiadas, meu lorde As long and sharp as yours As long and sharp as yours Tão longas e afiada quanto as suas And so he spoke, and so he spoke And so he spoke, and so he spoke E assim ele falou, e assim ele falou That lord of Castamere That lord of Castamere Aquele lorde de Castamere But now the rains weep o’er his hall But now the rains weep o’er his hall Mas agora as chuvas choram em seu salão With no one there to hear With no one there to hear Sem ninguém lá para ouvir Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall Yes, now the rains weep o’er his hall Sim, agora as chuvas choram em seu salão And not a soul to hear And not a soul to hear E nenhuma alma para ouvir

Composição: Ramin Djawadi, George R. R. Martin





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