Текст песни Канцер Ги - Julius Caesar

The divine Caesar, the creation of the Moon,
You are raving strange dreams:
That all the Rubicons are gone,
All the lots are thrown by you,
And everyone used his right
Tell triumfatoru muck;
Battles of the field are overgrown with bygone,
And you - nothing left!
And you year by year
Blame the weather:
The rains, they say, were picked up in July!
Select the mask -
Is not this the reason:
You have nothing more to wish for,
Divine Julius!

From the sky circle flows water,
Sneezes your hometown genius,
And your spouse, of course, always,
Above any suspicion;
Where you go - she will not ask,
Because I'm used to cheating ...
The rain rustles softly, and the Moon throws
Dull glare on the walls.
Sad and rumbling
In the night alleyways -
You turned away from Subura;
Let them catch the rumors
Matrons and whores:
You have no one else to want,
Divine Julius!

But to you among the shaky night mirages
I'll have to see sometime
And the sunshine on the edges of the knives,
And the blood on the steps of the Senate,
And then, how will the last question fall?
From dumb lips to surprise ...
While everything is quiet among pines and roses
In the rain, lifeless obramleni.
Vision check
Smile of Death:
After all, you looked into her eyes!
And thoughts in flight -
But you will not die:
After all, the gods are immortal ... After all,
Divine Julius!