Текст песни Константин Фролов - D'Artagnan

Fanfar Copper Copper Choir
We announced the beginning of the battle.
You again from the hat and to Spur
You stand on the verge of a thinner of the razor.
And someone's voice from afar
Glagololite tedious and tired
That death is honorable and easy
For king and cardinal.

The Lord, there is no one above,
Giving eternal bliss
Keep Majesty him
Celebrate his His His

Celute in the heart of the gun,
Soroch of sweeping from sweat,
After all, your life in the color of years
Put on the altar to somehow hunting.
Not anger, not hate, not revenge
We are encountered on battle -
Order to swee someone's fast
Under the guise of faithful.

And it will lead the Earth
She was not indignant.
King, Most High, King!
Khrand, Madonna, Cardinal!

Well the world is saved and reheats again
Victory Flag of Zarya Bagry
For the price of many crosses -
And on rascoats, and wooden.
Circle fun, screams, laughter -
Live drink and love again,
And does not hurt the soul for those
Who in paradise entered unoxied.

Their path is over, Vua La,
Let him far from perfection,
They don't have to king
And before His Eminence!