Текст песни Цезарь - Иды марта

The ancient prophet! You were right this time,
Time deceit and death of predicting.
The case helped, and now the hour.
Caesar! Minutes Your expire!
Life is dedicated to you the greatness of Rome -
Hundreds of battles, triumphs and glory ...
Time is running now inexorably,
Nearing the final terrible massacre.

Then came the Ides of March
Sword has become a game of passion,
Kraplёnoy will map these minutes.
But only the gods were in charge,
What will come to the end,
Removing you from the road, Cassius and Brutus.

Caesar! Come to your senses! Friends of your lie,
Oaths of allegiance betraying you.
With bitterness cast: & quot; And you with them, Brutus?! & Quot; -
Toga bloody face closing.
Suddenly I realized: compassion kills,
And the rate on soft weaker dagger.
But you're too late, and only time will judge.
He, like life, is not to return to the beginning.