In scales of black or scales of red
The dragon still has fire -
And mine is just as bright and hot
As yours, my bastard sire.

Кто ты таков, - спросил бастард, -
Чтоб зваться королем?
Дорнийской шлюхой, может быть,
И то - с большим трудом.
Иль черен шкурой, или ал
Дракон - дитя огня.
Не верю я, что твой огонь
Сильней, чем у меня!"
Так он сказал, так он сказал,
Король-Что-Меч-Носил,
Но ливень стрел его настиг
И пламя погасил.

And who are you - the bastard said -
That I must bow to you?
You're not a king, you're Dornish whore,
And it's my point of view.

In coat of black or coat of red
The dragon has his fire,
And I do not believe that yours
As strong and hot as mine.

And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
The King-Who-Hold-The-Sword,
But arrows found him on the field,
And black fire became cold.