Tall Like Tyrion - Hands Of Gold (ost A Song of Ice and Fire) | Текст песни

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• Hands Of Gold (ost A Song of Ice and Fire)

He rode through the streets of the city
Down from his hill on high
Over the winds and the steps and the cobbles
He rode to a woman's cry

For she was his secret treasure
She was his shame and 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

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