Текст песни Король и Шут - Город Мертвецов

Once a monk appeared in the city,
He turned to passers-by -
"I seem to know what you have in your dreams,
for this I came down from the mountains.
Want to live forever - you're lucky
Of course, I’ll multiply your number.
You are all lucky!

Bring the vat, fill it with wine,
And I'll throw a potion there.
Drink to health and for you later
There will be eternal fun.
There in the monastery, was entrusted to me
Ancestral trace, secular secret, ancient recipe.
Where am I - there is no death.

The small town is forgotten by the world,
It’s the same thing for hundreds of years
The clatter of townspeople whose term has long expired,
Scurry, look like ghosts.
In the morning the streams of their wandering bodies
In the alleys arise.
By dusk, the city was empty,
At the windows the shadows freeze.
Want to live forever - you're lucky
Of course, I’ll multiply your number.
You are all lucky!

There in the monastery was entrusted to me
Ancestral trace, secular secret, ancient recipe.
The monk, the chief then, did not say
That fate has its own soul, that's the trouble.

And there are no emotions
Only memory guides them.
Filled the streets
The living Dead...