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KARL
Tim Skorenko
Tell me "Remember". Say that word only to me.
The crowd is unworthy, she does not understand a higher purpose
Such a farewell from the world of Palace stones
Swelling and abrasions on the white well-kept body.
I remember king like you profile on the chopping block declined,
Trying to look not worse than on the bas-relief
Their own coins. You probably didn't see me,
But I know that I'm here, for you, among the ashes and chaff.
The crowd went wild: it's only one file —
That the blood of a nobleman splashed faces and hands.
Today she starts screaming, like, get, head,
And tomorrow will send the cut off.
Tell me "Remember", though in a whisper, even to myself —
And I will not dare to disobey the Royal,
Forever remembered as the menacing fanfares trumpeting,
When leaving Britain with black glitter
The last ruler, whom someone loved
Which someone tried to give their lives.
Steps on the block, as the narrow passage of Thermopylae, —
The last door to salvation of our Fatherland —
Ready I keep. But you went up on your scaffold,
Sparkling eyes and making the favor
To those who axe in brawny hands will take
Noting the skillful blow your defeat.
Tell me "Remember", because no longer to succeed
What the will instead of your will?
And you will remember only coin copper
Worn in the hands of hard workers and craft Goli.
At the last moment, after a whisper spoken words
His eyes take a walk on the slopes of the brown roofs,
And in each one greedily looking at the execution of donkeys
You will smile solemnly Oliver Cromwell.
Farewell, your Majesty. Maybe we meet again somewhere else:
You're without a head, I pierced the foil with his chest.
We will hold Satan personal calculation
Dying of sins. And then the sky will judge.
I'm sorry, your Majesty. Unfortunately, I don't have time:
Events torn out of a harness at a furious pace.
You can do one more thing to break in the temple —
Tell me the last word. To say I "Remember".
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Tell me "Remember". Say that word only to me.
The crowd is unworthy, she does not understand a higher purpose
Such a farewell from the world of Palace stones
Swelling and abrasions on the white well-kept body.
I remember king like you profile on the chopping block declined,
Trying to look not worse than on the bas-relief
Their own coins. You probably didn't see me,
But I know that I'm here, for you, among the ashes and chaff.
The crowd went wild: it's only one file —
That the blood of a nobleman splashed faces and hands.
Today she starts screaming, like, get, head,
And tomorrow will send the cut off.
Tell me "Remember", though in a whisper, even to myself —
And I will not dare to disobey the Royal,
Forever remembered as the menacing fanfares trumpeting,
When leaving Britain with black glitter
The last ruler, whom someone loved
Which someone tried to give their lives.
Steps on the block, as the narrow passage of Thermopylae, —
The last door to salvation of our Fatherland —
Ready I keep. But you went up on your scaffold,
Sparkling eyes and making the favor
To those who axe in brawny hands will take
Noting the skillful blow your defeat.
Tell me "Remember", because no longer to succeed
What the will instead of your will?
And you will remember only coin copper
Worn in the hands of hard workers and craft Goli.
At the last moment, after a whisper spoken words
His eyes take a walk on the slopes of the brown roofs,
And in each one greedily looking at the execution of donkeys
You will smile solemnly Oliver Cromwell.
Farewell, your Majesty. Maybe we meet again somewhere else:
You're without a head, I pierced the foil with his chest.
We will hold Satan personal calculation
Dying of sins. And then the sky will judge.
I'm sorry, your Majesty. Unfortunately, I don't have time:
Events torn out of a harness at a furious pace.
You can do one more thing to break in the temple —
Tell me the last word. To say I "Remember".
Your text to link...
