Текст песни Анатолий Крупнов и Чёрный Обелиск - Аве, Цезарь

Ave, Caesar, my dear friend,
Come on in, long have been waiting.
No, it's not too late ... Yes, of course,
Do not untie the sandals.

Throw you this stool.
To her, bring the guest an armchair!
It is rare for us,
So let the loin reap.

Drink, you're frozen like a dog.
Help yourself. Ah, do not smoke.
Shey you there, stop crying,
We then added a drink.

Here we have such guests -
Decoration of companies.
What, can not sleep in the graveyard?
Or badly buried?

Or conscience bothers,
Il neighbors are bloodsuckers,
Or something like that,
What did the chroniclers forget?

Or maybe they did not forget?
Yes, it's sickening to write about it!
Know for this and killed -
The emperor is not a saint.

Without murder, he can not
Keep on the route.
And in anguish, on the deathbed,
Have you dreamed of Marc Bruta ?!

Yes, I dreamed, but went out a cookie
Epitaph to my dust.
Mercy can not be bought,
You can not measure tetradrahma.

Mercy for the weak,
Strong - poison from the bottle.
I would be weak, I would then
Did not stand by Rubicon.

So why, my God,
Did you play hide and seek with me ?!
Why did not he give poison?
Hush, Caesar, it's all right ...

You have a holy soul,
You are not a fighter for rewards.
What, it's time already? Does it light?
Well, come on, we'll be happy ...