інші переклади
тату |
tattoo
|
татуировка |
tattoo
tattooing
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сигнал вечерней зари |
tattoo
|
татуировать |
tattoo
|
барабанить пальцами |
tattoo
drum
|
играть зорю |
tattoo
|
отбивать такт |
beat time
keep time
tattoo
time
|
бить зорю |
tattoo
|
отбивать такт ногой |
tattoo
|
приклади
The guilds’ marked their members with small tattoos there, a danger if they were caught by the authorities but one they were willing to risk as it ensured complete loyalty.
Cassian knew it wasn’t in gratitude for Rhys’s own life that he knelt upon the sacred tattoos inked upon his knees.
His jet-black hair was shower-wet, his bare chest stained with tattoos and bulging with jailhouse muscle.
The sigils had been like the tattoos on the assassin who’d tried to kill Bellepheros.
Like a warrior-prince, with those tattoos and that muscle-bound chest.
Little ones with white skin, with tattoos on their necks and faces and running down their sides.
He only vaguely remembered what it looked like now, but he recalled how the writing and the marks on Crazy’s leg and the tattoos on the back of the assassin who’d ripped out a piece of the alchemist’s throat up on the eyrie were all alike.
And because of the tattoos they’d had in the same strange writing he’d seen on the pillar in Vespinarr when the Elemental Man they’d called the Watcher had taken him from Baros Tsen’s eyrie to send him back to sea.
“I don’t have any tattoos.
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