Ария - Обман - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At the dawn hour, a jackal, forgetting about starvation, watches the hill after the gloomy cavalry far away.

Today is a rainy day - the lord of the world is dead, and old, and small cannot tears their own.

He is a good lord, he was the sun and was the moon. The empire remained his widow. It will be buried in a jade coffin, in the steppe is empty, where it dreams of a jackal with a carrion, and a thousand horses will trample the path to it so that the crying of a human sleep does not defile a dead man.

The jackal will srack hoarsely that the dead king is his relatives:

Some fangs and greed and blood alone.

This is all the deception that he was the kindest king, it is all not true - he ruled with fire and sword.

This is all a deception, I am your king, and only me.

People, like animals, when power over the world is given.

This is all a deception.

Shamans and priests of the jackal will curse, and on the run will pierce the traitor a spear.

The king must be a saint, and the right is not given to overthrow the beast from heaven by his greatness.

And the royal son laughs, keeping a shakali spirit in himself:

Some fangs and greed and blood alone.

The wind, an ancient resident of the steppe, still remembers a hoarse howl ...