*душа поёт !
The tenure of king and the magistrates,
By goodmen it must be deposed,
They plead for the king and they pity their lord,
Put him to death that's what I said,
That gibberish words dissemble the fact,
Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name
But remember the truth!
Мы грянули эту песню в два голоса.
Ну и коньяк с изображением вальдшнепа, чо.
By goodmen it must be deposed,
They plead for the king and they pity their lord,
Put him to death that's what I said,
That gibberish words dissemble the fact,
Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name
But remember the truth!
Мы грянули эту песню в два голоса.
Ну и коньяк с изображением вальдшнепа, чо.