Текст песни ХеРуВим - Царский престол

the thing is that the world does not tolerate Changeling,
when the upper levels of those who, guided by the faithful,
He puts on a skewer guilty and, breaking through the thorns
It shows other stars. so, probably,

quite difficult when there are guns,
those who shout a little more rough and solutions,
those for the ruble chop objectionable king.
Yes, it is risky to call themselves & quot; Dob & quot ;.

people are not namby-pamby, but suffers when he is beaten,
until the top fly south - going through hundreds of blizzards.
holds are filled with water, to save his family.
It goes to the bottom of the ship, you - a hostage of its cabins.

it's like a bone in the throat as the mountain late in the evening.
not the time to stoke resentment in Cahors, we are not the grapes
grapes, we crushed underfoot forever.
let the king on the throne, but he is without a king in his head.

and thus faith, hope, love has not killed
not buried under slabs of law.
so the world is not the whole of the mud filled, and
we soon upon her, can not lock the gate