Текст песни Ed Sheeran Game of Throns - Hands of Gold
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He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Перевод:
Он ехал по улицам города
Вниз со своего холма,
По улочкам, и уступам, и булыжнику
Он ехал на вздох женщины.
Потому что она была его тайным сокровищем,
Она была его позором и благословением,
И цепи и цитадели — ничто
По сравнению с поцелуем женщины.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом
Down from his hill on high
O'er the wynds and the steps and the cobble
He rode to a woman's sigh
For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and his bliss
And a chain and a keep are nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
For hands of gold are always cold
But a woman's hands are warm
Перевод:
Он ехал по улицам города
Вниз со своего холма,
По улочкам, и уступам, и булыжнику
Он ехал на вздох женщины.
Потому что она была его тайным сокровищем,
Она была его позором и благословением,
И цепи и цитадели — ничто
По сравнению с поцелуем женщины.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом.
Потому что руки из золота всегда холодны,
Но от рук женщины веет теплом
HE RODE THROUGH THE STREETS OF THE CITY
Down From His Hill On High
O'er The Wynds and The Steps and The Cobble
He Rode to A Woman's Sigh
For She Was His Secret Treasure
She Was His Shame and His Bliss
And a chain and a keep is nothing
Compared to a Woman's Kiss
For Hands of Gold Are Always Cold
But A Woman's Hands Are Warm
For Hands of Gold Are Always Cold
But A Woman's Hands Are Warm
Translation:
He drove through the streets of the city
Down from your hill
On the streets, and the ledge, and cobblestone
He was driving a sigh of a woman.
Because she was his secret treasure
She was his disgrace and blessing,
And chains and citadel - nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss.
Because gold hands are always cold
But from the hands of a woman blows warmth.
Because gold hands are always cold
But from the hands of a woman blows warm
Down From His Hill On High
O'er The Wynds and The Steps and The Cobble
He Rode to A Woman's Sigh
For She Was His Secret Treasure
She Was His Shame and His Bliss
And a chain and a keep is nothing
Compared to a Woman's Kiss
For Hands of Gold Are Always Cold
But A Woman's Hands Are Warm
For Hands of Gold Are Always Cold
But A Woman's Hands Are Warm
Translation:
He drove through the streets of the city
Down from your hill
On the streets, and the ledge, and cobblestone
He was driving a sigh of a woman.
Because she was his secret treasure
She was his disgrace and blessing,
And chains and citadel - nothing
Compared to a woman's kiss.
Because gold hands are always cold
But from the hands of a woman blows warmth.
Because gold hands are always cold
But from the hands of a woman blows warm