Текст песни Нателла Болтянская - Баллада о царском указе

Shadow and grew
On the folds of dust curtains.
King on the signature brought
Stern sentence:

There, in the dungeon, on the castle -
Vandal and heretic:
Dreamed he spit in kabache
In the rapid royal face!

Omen, forgot, whose,
Decided by sorry:
Him hangover cured
Handpoint of the executioner.

Poured into the windows moonlight,
And - here, Decree is ready:
So that the royal did not hang a portrait
On the walls of the Kabakov!

And as for
Who expects the execution tomorrow -
Spend the rope on it -
Is the rank of honor?!

Drive away from under the castle,
Let yourself go,
After all, on the cold-fool
Russian king spits.

Prestige - our first duty,
But that they say
The stresses understood the sense
The deceased kings!