Я думаю, что никто не будет спорить с тем, что самая сильная песня саги - это Rains of Castamere.
Я её услышал первый раз в сериале, потом долго искал разные интерпретации и наткнулся на то, чего не было в тексте Мартина, а именно - на второй куплет. Если это результат творчества фанов или артистов, то я в восторге, потому, что он гениален))
Слова Ruhn – 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.
My coat of gold shall rise before
those barren lands of yours.
No red cloth will be left to spear
inside your Castamere.
Your coat of red will bow once more
and red will be with gore,
for lions are no cats my lord
and you shall meet my sword!
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
to lord of Castamere,
And now the rains weep o'er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er hi s hall,
and not a soul to hear.
По моему - гениальный второй куплет. Первый куплет идет от лица Лорда Рейна, второй - ответ Лорда Тайвина.
Ну и на последок - это фанатское, но вроде по теме. Кстати, исполнение и текст - тоже изумительны.
Half Mans Song
Music and Lyrics by: Gavin Dunne
Performed by: Miracle of Sound
Video by: Justin Clouse
There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
Degraded by their spite
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite...
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the half-man's song
Whispering the half man's song...
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Moulding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honour
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the half-man's song
They're whispering the half man's song...
Whispering the half man's