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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... Смотрите также:
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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:
& quot; Now the old king is dead! Long live the king! & Quot;
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 will not 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 will not call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
I used to rule the world ,
One of my words were enough
To make to get out of the sea shores.
Now in the morning I sleep alone,
Yes sweep the streets that once belonged to me .
I'm throwing dice ,
Felt fear in the eyes of my enemies ,
Listened as the crowd sang :
& quot; King is dead ! Long live the King ! & Quot;
One minute I held the key ,
And in the following - the walls began to put pressure on me ,
And I found out 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 .
As a fierce , violent wind ,
Tore the door 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 ,
The bells of the Roman cavalry 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 ,
The bells of the Roman cavalry 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 ...
