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Превод: Сергеј Цетковиц. Мир Тема.
caught the eye A king would stop and stare (Narrator) And when Joseph tried it on He knew his sheepskin days were gone (Narrator, Female Ensemble & Children) Such a
caught the eye A king would stop and stare (Narrator) And when Joseph tried it on He knew his sheepskin days were gone Narrator & Female Ensemble & Children Such a
go undone North for the shores of Valinor our bows and crimson sails were made Our captains were strong and our lances long and our liege the holy king
who died for thee, and hail him as thy matchless King through all eternity. Crown him the virgin's Son, the God incarnate born, whose arm those crimson
billion ants crawling on a plate. Six billion ants crawling on a plate. None of them give back as much as they take. Six billion ants crawling on a plate
the clay- And there a swan is born Wake your reasons' hollow vote Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the
by The magnificent creation Thy nature truly a testimony Of Thy eternal might Like a wall, ancient mountains Rise beyond the endless forests As a mirror
's a handspring I like to call that a quick flip Pull triggers like hamstrings Boy, I'm doin' my damn thing Baby blood with them bricks, pimp Get off a
time A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story Strange as it seems There's been a run of crazy dreams And a man who can
souls We share one desire A wicked one as you may know Touched by the crimson king Touched by the savior The tower falls on judgment day Touched by the crimson king
. The time has come for the king to die. (Lead Guitar: Mike) A whole world is mourning the loss of their king. In sorrow a new day dawning. Now the princess
, they found a grave with a wooden cross upon. So they all gathered at a place near the sea at night, they all sat around their king, and a campfire gave
ahead of your time A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story A Pharaoh's story Strange as it seems There's been a run of crazy dreams And a
Americans The bed on which a king made love Which there are sev'ral dozen of The French pooh pooh, we sell them to Americans from the U.S.A. Those old
But here the wind like a big bell rings Over thee A white-haired King with a withered hand Bowed to the youth from a foreign land Behind the curtains a
for two years trying to get a break in music and make a record and that's when I ran across a delightful business man named Charlie. He had been a lawyer
