Текст песни Джон Лилейный - Спартак

"Rome - World, Pope - the death!"
Since my childhood I hear these tales.
I caught last summer
I knew only one way out of the cell,
I knew - I was there just meet
The crowd of rotten people.
I was waiting for all.
I'm in the twilight.

And we get together for their fun -
Mirmillon and Retiarius,
Fisherman and a gladiator.
About vospeet Eleatics,
We merge life in memoir
Sand their blood was reduced.

Bounce. Hit. Bounce. Yet.
At the peak of the pulse and oversight network.
Beat sword. Pursuit. Fast.
Another attempt to network - shot.
Bounce. Hit. Clothing rdeyut.
Standing over the half-dead body
And suddenly.
Forgiven.

And a wave of his hand. That tyrant cry to vomit.

And the servant of the bar has been set up home,
I'll meet there his past,
We all vospomnim from the ruins.
But
VIRGO ABE, ABE SKY, SUN AVE!
My freedom bestowed Circus!

Circus freaks.

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Based on the novel by Raffaello Giovagnoli "Spartacus."