Текст песни Стильный Сатана - Титан

B. BERESNEV

You're right service carried , but
In the camp of revolution home -
You're broken , you're beat.
There is no family, no home. No.
At hand are a slave cross,
In the arena you stand .

metal gloss . The crowd wanted
More sights and struggle.
Freezes and rejoiced ,
Cliff thread of fate .

Your enemy was again broken , you
Vile and bled white
You're exhausted , you're exhausted .
Colosseum applauds you , here
Emperor deposed . All.
But you have tasted death .