Текст песни Король и Шут - Генрих и смерть

Checkmate, Henry happy -
He is the king on a white horse:
As always, the court
Equal does not have me!

There is no happiness without a win,
And just a few years
He broke, beat
Everyone wanted!

Life soldiers chessboard
In the battle exploded like hairs.

Then came the moment
What seems to be no enemies,
He then called Death,
With it, he began to play!

Life soldiers chessboard
In the battle exploded like hairs.

The night is full of thoughts,
The cup is drunk to the dregs,
Candles behind
Go out one by one!

Cela's death with him at the table,
Slew eye horse
Encroaching on the throne
White King.

And his every move
She knows in advance
Make Shah does not,
Fight to the end is coming!

Life soldiers chessboard
In the battle exploded like hairs.

Henry raised his bewildered vzgyad
He is not used to hearing the word mat.
In anger, he was on,
What overthrew him on foot.

Death is not explained anything ...