Текст песни Замороженные рожи - вива ла вида

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never,
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

Раньше я правил миром,
Одного моего слова было достаточно,
Чтобы заставить моря выйти из берегов.
Теперь же утром я сплю в одиночестве ,
Да подметаю улицы, которые когда-то принадлежали мне.

Я бросал кости,
Чувствовал страх в глазах моих врагов,
Слушал, как толпа пела:
"Король умер! Да здравствует король!"

В одну минуту я держал ключ,
А уже в следующую - стены начали давить на меня,
И я узнал, что мои замки стоят
На колоннах из соли и песка.

Я слышу: Иерусалимские колокола звонят,
Римская кавалерия поет в едином порыве:
Будьте моим зеркалом, моим мечом и щитом,
Моими посланниками на чужой земле!
Знаешь, по непонятной мне причине,
Тогда не звучало ни единого честного слова -
Так было, когда я правил миром.

Как-то свирепый, неистовый ветер,
Сорвал двери, чтобы впустить меня.
Разбитые вдребезги окна и звук барабанов -
Люди не могли поверить, чем я стал.

Революционеры ждут
Моей головы на серебряной тарелке,
Как марионетку на одной ниточке.
О, кто когда-нибудь захочет стать королём?

Я слышу: Иерусалимские колокола звонят,
Колокола римской кавалерии поют:
Будьте моим зеркалом, моим мечом и щитом,
Моими посланниками на чужой земле!
По непонятной мне причине,
Знаю, Святой Пётр не впомнит про меня -
Ведь ни единого честного слова не прозвучало,
Тогда, когда я правил миром...

Я слышу: Иерусалимские колокола звонят,
Колокола римской кавалерии поют:
Будьте моим зеркалом, моим мечом и щитом,
Моими посланниками на чужой земле!
По непонятной мне причине,
Знаю, Святой Пётр не впомнит про меня -
Ведь ни единого честного слова не прозвучало,
Тогда, когда я правил миром...

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king! "

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never,
Never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People could not believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

I used to rule the world ,
My one word was enough
To make the sea to overflow .
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Yes sweep the streets, which once belonged to me .

I'm throwing dice
Felt fear in the eyes of my enemies ,
Listened as the crowd sang :
" The King is dead ! Long live the king ! "

One minute I held the key
And in the following - the walls began to put pressure on me ,
And I learned that my castles stand
The columns of sand and salt .

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing ,
Roman cavalry singing in unison :
Be my mirror , my sword and shield ,
My messengers in a foreign land !
You know, for some unknown reason to me ,
Then do not sound a single word of honor -
So it was when I ruled the world .

Something fierce , furious wind ,
Tore the doors to let me.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums -
People could not believe what I've become .

revolutionaries wait
My head on a silver plate ,
Like a puppet on a single thread.
Oh, who ever wants to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing ,
Roman cavalry bells sing :
Be my mirror , my sword and shield ,
My messengers in a foreign land !
For some unknown reason to me ,
I know Saint Peter vpomnit not about me -
After all, not a single word of honor not sounded ,
Then when I ruled the world ...

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing ,
Roman cavalry bells sing :
Be my mirror , my sword and shield ,
My messengers in a foreign land !
For some unknown reason to me ,
I know Saint Peter vpomnit not about me -
After all, not a single word of honor not sounded ,
Then when I ruled the world ...