Текст песни Тим Скоренко - Император устал

Two sailors in the forest
                    Refer to the wind and dusk,
                    Cleave foliage
                    Dark skin broad shoulders.
                    Their hearts are far
                    Under belts, cartridge bags,
                    And their feet as piles,
                    Descend into the catch creek.
                    Emperor tired.
                    After all, the road from the forest to the city -
                    This elbow sup
                    And another injury knee
                    Someone's face in the bushes,
                    Medics, spitting in his beard,
                    And other fruits
                    Expansions of the Russian soul.
                    He does not hear any vows,
                    No false tips to squint,
                    Neither their "fucked your mother"
                    No beating the ground with the butt -
                    The Emperor says goodbye
                    With the forest, the sunset and the street,
                    And he does not care
                    All that is said about him.
                    He will shout it from the stump:
                    "In the midst of this stillness and sorrow,
                    In these days of distrust
                    May be all can be changed - who can tell?
                    Who can tell what will come
                    To replace our visions tomorrow
                    And to judge our past? "
                    Now, I said that I wanted.