Текст песни Чианг - И вся королевская рать

Shiny dome at sunset
And all the king's men,
Ah, my dear Chronos wave your stupa
While I yawn.

While I was with a sweet kiss
But the quiet, breakfast, Lilith,
When the smile falls acrylic
Rhyming sinusitis.

And gentle tender will
And it will be like a favorite,
And Rome will burn down, so in need of a miracle,
But still nice Rome.

And once again will stretch thunderstorms
Wherever in May without a thunderstorm,
My defenseless droplets prose,
My unwound the vines.

So somehow to Marie Joseph,
So somewhere Rudolph to Yvette,
I do not benefit from them, but on the rosemary,
They unfortunately do not.

You're breathing on daisy,
It remains to stoke your furnace,
You're useless to wear buckles
On the cliff on white and whip,

And to whip until the last bands
And hello my Buchenwald,
After all, to hear the voice of thy flaming,
They are in the bottom to lay the asphalt.