Текст песни КиШ - Смерть Поставила Мат Генриху

Shah and Mat -
Henry Rad!
He is the king
On a white horse.
As always,
At the courtyard
There is no equal to me!
Without victories
There is no happiness,
And total
For several years
He broke, defeated
Everyone who wanted.

Lifestyle of warriors chessboard
The battle rushed, like hairs.

And author
That moment,
That enemies
It seems to be no.
He then
Death called
He began to play with her.

Lifestyle of warriors chessboard
The battle rushed, like hairs.

Night rapid night
Bowl of nutrition to the bottom!
Candles behind the back
Go me one.

Sat down death
With him at the table
Mowing a horse look
Enough on the throne
White king.

And his move
She knows
In advance
Make Shah
Does not give,
Fight towards an end is.

Lifestyle of warriors chessboard
The battle rushed, like hairs.

Night rapid night
Bowl of nutrition to the bottom!
Candles behind the back
Go me one.

Heinrich confused looked up,
He is not used to hear the word "mat"!
In anger he was because
What peshko overthrew him.
Death did not explain anything.