Текст песни chan straight into the rococo - Баллада о Великой борьбе за власть в Halloween-е

Author: Tyanvsamoerokoko

This story is simple:

Dark City.
Everywhere powder.
Dooms dawn.

At night, the army,
Without heroism
Burned his king.

He was not strict
Challenged taxes
All wished only good.

But the army at night
Born in Klocheya
Heir and king.

Traces noted
Troops-flock
Burned everything until the morning.

Alive Cesarer
What from early childhood
She studied the art of a sword.

Since the early childhood
Seeking funds
Zesarevna remained alone.

And the ancient custom
Meternrech countries
Person: "Now all winds,

Lakes and rivers
Forests and shoots,
- Just Jesarean Country. "

She and Rada
Such solutions.
Not sorry for brother, father.

Can not be sorry
With her tempering,
Who killed herself:

Bought the army,
For reorganization
"The top of the hill".

And he began to rule.
Nightmare became a show
Cry adults and defores.

But somehow advice
Raised everyone from his knees.
Tsarevna was very angry.

Eë sharpened in the book tower
Read, fill in paper.
Tsarevna went crazy.

Board began to rule
Country of disgusting.
From life went winter.