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When you run your hand over gray stone slabs
Silent time is covered with a chain of cracks
And you feel like an ant among the gloomy buildings
Overgrown with grassy by their dusty foundations
You involuntarily think about the power from which you have risen
These silent messiahs of concrete and steel
About thousands of bones laid under every foundation and human stripes
Woven into a rough ornament
Octopus tentacles curled into the framework of a slave vale
About the insulted and forgotten against their own will
To be lined with bodies tight to the ascent of the road
For the golden border of the crimson imperial toga.

Empires must die but not from the fact of war
And from the consciousness of his inescapable guilt
Before those who put their backs under the whip for hundreds of years
And I'm sure that empires should

Iron veins are stretched for millions of miles
Concrete walls erected almost to the stars
And from the northern stripes to the distant hills with the south
On the throne is a colossus of brown clay with feet
Of the brown mud that is kneaded in calluses, rough hands
Without even knowing how much they weigh out of suffering and anguish
How much is the blood of national heroes valued?
Mixed into a thick, greasy layer of humus
But no matter how much the crown shone with metal
And the colossus did not threaten the enemies outside with a closed visor
The giant will exist as long as brown people
Do not drag lumps of clay for stone throwing tools.

Empires must die but not from the fact of war
And from the consciousness of his inescapable guilt
Before those who put their backs under the whip for hundreds of years
And I'm sure that empires should

They took with a fight, took the city of Rome with a fight
Then think for yourself, think for yourself
they took with a fight, took the city of Rome with a fight
Beat the drum beat the drum!