Death of a King
A man's allowed to cry today...to put his feelings on display. No ridicule and no disgrace. We've lost a king, but not his face. And should I fall apart in public, it's allowed. No...it's demanded. Zoom in, see how small I am. I'm humble now but, I hope, big-hearted. Let me be confetti on my grave. And all the secrets kept within these walls are scattered on the wind. He's human now. He's clipped his wings. The king is dead. Long live the king! Black ribbons hang now from his portrait. Candles flicker as the day breaks. Still he mutters, still he shakes...we've lost a king, but not his face. Still we wait for wisdom at his grave. Long live the king, long live the king...
Смерть короля
Сегодня и мужчине позволено поплакать, проявить сполна свои чувства. Не смешно и не стыдно. Мы потеряли короля, но не его лицо. И если я принародно расшибусь о землю, то это позволительно. Нет… это необходимо. Приблизь свой взгляд, смотри как я ничтожен. Теперь я смирился, но, надеюсь, не утратил большой души. Пусть я буду конфетти на своей могиле. И храня внутри все свои тайны, эти стены рассыпались на ветру. Теперь он просто человек. Он подрезал свои крылья. Король умер.Да здравствует король. Черные ленточки свисают с его портрета. Свечи мерцают, утро настает. Он все бормочет что-то, все трясется… мы потеряли короля, но не его лицо. Мы всё ждем мудрости у его могилы. Да здравствует король, да здравствует король...
Death of a King
A man's allowed to cry today ... to put his feelings on display. No ridicule and no disgrace. We've lost a king, but not his face. And should I fall apart in public, it's allowed. No ... it's demanded. Zoom in, see how small I am. I'm humble now but, I hope, big-hearted. Let me be confetti on my grave. And all the secrets kept within these walls are scattered on the wind. He's human now. He's clipped his wings. The king is dead. Long live the king! Black ribbons hang now from his portrait. Candles flicker as the day breaks. Still he mutters, still he shakes ... we've lost a king, but not his face. Still we wait for wisdom at his grave. Long live the king, long live the king ...
King's death
Today and man is allowed to cry , to show their feelings in full . Not funny and not ashamed. We lost a king, but not his face. And if I publicly smashed to the ground, then it is permissible. No ... it's necessary. Hasten your opinion, seeing as I am vile . Now I'm humbled , but hopefully not lost a great soul. Let me be the confetti on his grave . And in keeping all my secrets , these walls were scattered in the wind. Now he's just a man . He clipped his wings . King umer.Da live the king . Black ribbons hanging from his portrait . Candles flicker , the morning comes. He mumbles , shaking all ... we lost the king, but not his face. We are all waiting wisdom at his grave . Long live the king , long live the king ...
