The Rains of Castamere

Soledad  Garcia  Nannig; Maria Veronica Rossi Valenzuela; Francia Vera Valdes

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

inRead invented by Teads

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

Las lluvias de Castamere

¿Y quién sois vos?, preguntó el soberbio señor

¿Para obligarme a inclinarme?

Tan sólo un gato de distinto pelaje

Ésa es cuanta verdad conozco

En un abrigo de oro o en un abrigo de rojo

Un león tiene las mismas garras

Y las mías son largas y afiladas, mi señor

Tan largas y afiladas como las vuestras

Y así habló, así habló

Quien fuera señor de Castamere

Pero ahora las lluvias lloran sobre su salón

Sin nadie quien le oiga

Sí, ahora las lluvias lloran sobre su salón

Y no se oye ni un alma