Текст песни Рыжий канцлер Ги - Юлий Цезарь

Divine Caesar, the creature of the moon,
You rave about strange dreams:
That all the Rubicons are crossed,
All the lots are cast by you
And everyone used his right
Say triumphant muck ...
Battle field overgrown bylem,
And you have nothing left.
And you from year to year
Blame the weather -
The rains, they say, pulled up in July -
Drop the guise!
Is that the reason:
You have nothing more to wish for
Divine Julius?

Water flows from the circle of heaven
Sneezes home your genius
And your spouse, of course, always
Above any suspicion.
Where are you going - she will not ask
Because I'm used to treason ...
The rain rustles softly and the moon casts
Sad glare on the walls.
Sad and echoing
In the night lanes,
You turned away from Subura -
Let them catch rumors
Matrons and whores
You have no one else to want
Divine Julius.

But you are among the shaky nightlife
Will have to see sometime
And the sun glare on the edges of the knives,
And blood on the steps of the senate,
And the way the last question fails
With numbing lips in amazement ...
While all is calm amid the pines and roses
In the rain inanimate frame.
Visions see
Smile of death -
After all, you looked into her eyes!
And thoughts in flight,
But you won't die,
After all, the gods are immortal ...
It is so,
Divine Julius?