#studio accantus

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Here's the lyrics translated from polish to English:

Did God give me my talent so he could have fun at my expense?

Did he want to make me a tool so I could see someone's genius?

This perfect harmony is like an unhealing wound,

pure beauty sounds so divine, but it's like poison in the blood,

when beauty like a knife hurts you, your anger is understandable, feed on it, draw from this hatred, humiliated.

Cry and scream when beauty like a knife hurts you, surrender to it and suffer, fuel this grief.

Experience the pleasure of elation, scream and cry!

Every sound is tormenting and intoxicating, every phrase brings me to my knees,

I feel that I am standing on a precipice, but something cannot be undone.

I thrash around like an animal in a cage, maybe I'm losing my mind, because how can you love something so much and hate it so much?

When beauty like a knife hurts you your anger is understandable, feed on it, draw from this hate, humiliated, cry and scream when beauty like a knife hurts you give in and suffer, feed this grief.

Experience the pleasure of elation, scream and cry.

Every sound torments and intoxicates, every phrase brings you to your knees, when beauty like a knife hurts you, your anger is understandable, feed on it, draw from this hatred, humiliated.

Cry and scream when beauty like a knife hurts you, give in and suffer, feed this grief, experience pleasure in elation, scream and cry!

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Almost all the lines fit some characters and themes from my story!!! Most of the lines could be separated from the text and be simply used by my characters.

I love this song so much and I love listening to it when writing chapters.

I recommend everyone who appreciates Rains of Castamere to check out the Polish version. For me it's brilliant :)

Due to language differences, the text has been changed. This was necessary to maintain the meaning and sound.

And it goes something like this:

a kimżeś ty rzekł dumny lord/ and who are you, said the proud lord

że mam się kłaniać w pas/ that I should bow from the waist

choć domy nasze różnych barw/ although our houses are of different colors

ja też mam w herbie lwa/ I also have a lion in my coat of arms

więc strzeż się bo popełniasz błąd/ so beware or you are making a mistake

wszak każdy lew ma kły/ after all, every lion has fangs

potrafi je głęboko wbić/ he can dig them deep

boleśnie tak jak ty/ painfully like you

przemawiał tak przemawiał tak/ he spoke like this he spoke like this

lord zamku Castamere/ Lord of Castamere

lecz dziś w ruinach tylko deszcz/ but today there is only rain in the ruins

nie słyszy go już nikt/ no one hears him anymore

wśród pustych sal łka cicho deszcz/ the rain sobs quietly among the empty halls

Das ist gut, u ja!

😎🤣

Haus of Holbein (SIX) polish version

Nobody:

Not a single soul:

French musical characters: