Текст песни Cold Play - Viva la Vida

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 rule

I used to roll the dice
Feel the feeling in my enemy's 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 worlds were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear terrorist and the bells are ringing
Roman can't be quiet, she said it
Females nearing my soul can see her
A missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go it was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was a wicket of wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't 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 terrorist and the bells are ringing
Roman can't be quiet, she said it
Females nearing my soul can see her
A missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
And around this word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear terrorist and the bells are ringing
Roman can't be quiet, she said it
Females nearing my soul can see her
A missionary's in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
And around this word
But that was when I ruled the world

Once the world lay at my feet,
I ruled the seas , even as a god.
Now in the morning I wake up one
And I'm the janitor NCO .

I ruled the destinies and lives
In the eyes of enemies instilling pain
And listened with flattering reproachfully :
" The king is dead, long live the king ! "

Alone is only a moment
Skeleton key was in my hands
But all that I raised
There was only a mirage of foreign countries .

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing ,
The Roman cavalry singing their anthems .
Be my mirror , sword and shield ,
My preacher on a foreign field .
There are reasons that I do not understand -
Only you can call it a lie ,
False gestures , noise and din ...
That was when the world was inclined to my feet.

There was a terrible wind ripping off the door
With loops , to let me .
Broken windows and did not give the drums believe
People that I did not come in vain.
Revolutionaries wait , will not wait
My head on a silver saucer
Just a doll on a thin thread -
Who wanted the royal capes ?

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing ,
The Roman cavalry singing their anthems .
Be my mirror , sword and shield ,
My preacher on a foreign field .
There are reasons that I do not understand -
St. Peter never encourage
Me to the gates of paradise ...
That was when the world was inclined to my feet.

I hear Jerusalem bells ringing ,
The Roman cavalry singing their anthems .
Be my mirror , sword and shield ,
My preacher on a foreign field .
There are reasons that I do not understand -
St. Peter never encourage
Me to the gates of paradise ...
That was when the world was inclined to my feet.

Long Live Life ! (translation)

I used to rule the world ,
My one word was enough to rearing sea.
Now in the morning I was alone sweeping ,
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 bells sing :
Be my mirror , my sword and shield ,
My messengers in a foreign land !
You know, for some unknown reason to me ,
Then not a single sound Sanchez