а вот песня, точнее не песня а шото типа легенды. короч мя замутил дай бог...
хрень вышла какая-то..ну мож кому понратся
I yours the servant - you my queen.
For a long time it was...
It at all is not remembered by trees
Through a rustle of foliage,
Through whisper of winds...
This history is old as the world...
I shall tell to you her,
But promise, that will listen closely.
Perfect prediction,
Narration through centuries.
You are ready? Perfectly. Fasten a belt.
Middle ages - century of the knights
Fearless, it is at times precipitate
Battling on death for the sake of
Our queen.
Oh, I shall sing to you, оооооо...
I yours the servant - my queen
I your slave - my queen
You before me, my lady!
My knees have touched your legs...
I whole to you of a hand, my queen...
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
As she is perfect sits
Hiding the sight through silks.
her hair faster beams of the sun
her lips faster врата of paradise...
I can has fallen into a reverie looking on her?
And breast, Oh, what for god has created her?
The god has created by its her embodiment of a hell.
What for to devil wings?
Languidly sighing on her dies
Not sir, not mister, not the knight...
Only servant, only pag
Giving glasses fault.
Oh, present me a short sight
About what it I? It is vain to hope...
Be my will - I would prove
That nobody to taste advantage your flesh,
Except for me... ооооооооо...
I yours the servant - my queen
I your slave - my queen
You before me, my lady!
My knees have touched your legs...
I whole to you of a hand, my queen...
Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
Midnight - I do not feel legs...
Midnight - I was not capable
To think sensibly.
That I do - candle in my hand
The darkness cuts eyes...
Light ahead can?
I shall go from mind...
Who would know... Me all to dream
I deceive and пленен...
Also I can not stop...
I see, I know.. Through same
Silks - its(her) black eyes...
her lips - врата of paradise...
Witch!Devil!
She so is perfect... Sits
On the bed...
And I hear in a head:
You mine the servant - I your queen
You my slave - I your queen
I before you, I your lady
Kiss not hands...
Slip hardly below...
I deceive - through a fog
Nothing it is visible...
I die - so close
But so far - she beside
And is so high...
What to not reach by a hand.
Only by lips it is allowed
To touch her breast.
We are burnt by an infernal flame
Outside of any doubts
I in captivity, in hands a witch.
Without any doubts... Without any doubts...
I in paradise - me have let on a wind
By ashes...
You mine the servant - I your queen
You my slave - I your queen
I before you, I your lady
But to receive greater
You are obliged to prove the fidelity...
Believe me, the history is old as the world...
I think it is not necessary of details...
You have fastened a belt?
Open eyes - ahead all most interesting.
" As can I prove
That nobody is capable
You to own, except for me?
I am ready - I shall not recede...
I shall go for the sake of you on all...
I am ready... I.... I...
Say though a word! "
The flame has touched lips the queen
The black eyes were filled with disgust...
" If you are ready on all,
Whether that can confirm by an act? "
" Oh, yes! " Behind a limit of consciousness
Answered her the servant...
I yours the servant, my queen
You my queen... I your slave.
"Take" - she has smiled to him crookedly
Entrusting a trophy knife
" Cut heart - thus having presented it
To me.
Then I shall believe in your love and I shall become yours
By the queen, and you - my king "
Not remembering itself he has cut the flesh
Have mixed up in one - blood and tears
From eyes blood flew.. From a wound - only tears
Only tears mourning devoted love...
My queen is struck...
The flesh cuts steel,
The pulse is already audible
The witch did not move - to a step the tears dripped
Servant.
The pulse is beaten in a hand...
I your king, you my queen...
Yes, he was pale as death
He lived, he was alive...
He was in authority, brisk
By force a witch.
I your queen - you my king.
In a hand the queen heart the servant trembles
In a hand the queen a string of life.
Carefully having compressed and having unclenched she has presented a kiss
To heart of the king.
Take him, my queen
Burn out him) my queen
Do that will take in head.
I shall take your heart,
I shall take your life
And I shall store it eternally
At itself under silks
At itself under locks
At itself, in crystal
Chest.
Fill by tears бездну of a breast
To be gone fill by tears.
Dawn. Midday.
In all us the changes wait...
Bends of the people, whisper of crowd
Near to the queen sits pag.
Name as his king
Clone knees, pore the servant
Before the similarity,
Sitting on a throne
Hiding pallor in silks.
Cold of a sight, blade of lips
Immovability of a breast
Your king sits on a throne
Accept it is as have accepted
The queen at one time...
Also kiss palms.
" It seems, the king is too pale? "
It seems? Feel a cold of his palms.
Also know - настали black times,
Is more black, than eye the queen.
Nobody knew, that for us waits ahead
Knew only one - changes.
My king, he without feelings
As without hands and without eyes...
He in authority, in hands the queen.
And since then wind, has carried away
Motive of that short story:
I yours the servant - my queen...
All is forgotten, is cunning - irrevocably.
He is ruthless, he is cold
Sympathy - outside of his understanding.
Only to kill, only to execute,
Only to hang up - some words
Flied from his decaying lips.
The queen? Where my queen?
Where promised love?
Where a payment...
All forget. The beams of the sun have grown dull
her hair not such rich, as before.
her skin has lost a shade слоновой of a bone
her eyes only are more black, than night.
It is everything, that remained - on memory.
My queen what with you?
The chest in hands, lock is open
Heart that under silks.
She owned, she pitied
She only grew old - and it continued to live.
Under silks will not hide,
Under silks will not warm
Also understand - you is not eternal
As heart it. The king will go through the queen
Your law - my order.
Hatred in your eyes
Fury, pain, anger and... Envy
You would like to be same eternal.
Pay back wholly - in a hand меч
In another heart trembles.
The instant, impact, пронзает all is deeper
Cry of heart - shout of the king,
He at bottom of a throne on коленях.
Instant, impact... An instant, impact...
My king pay back to the queen
Same. She has deserved.
Меч in a hand... Yes, he that
To what flesh to itself you
Broke off. The flesh cuts steel
The steel becomes covered by blood the queen:
" You promised to store him eternally...
At itself under silks
At itself under locks
At itself, in crystal
Chest.
I am eternal - to your regret... "
knife all is deeper. In a breast the queen.
knife all is deeper, the continuations want?
My king - he was pale
Not considering blood...
Also has said only one:
" I not your king, I not yours the servant,
You - not my queen.
We not give out for whom ourselves
We - only servant of destiny "
That's all. This history has exhausted itself.
You know all - to condemn
Does not cost faster. Only understand, that words of the king
Have overflowed ghon of the truth.
" I shall remember, I shall understand...
This history is old, as the world...
The king is eternal - where he. Memoirs?
Why your heart is not beaten?! "
To what to you? Nevertheless - whether it is important?
Through whisper of winds I shall sing to you
Whence all this I know.
I your king - that the servant,
Whose heart is stored in silks.
) Хоть на русском, хоть на английском (хоть на китайском 
) хоть на всех известных языках сразу! Мя приветствуетcя англ но с русским переводом... 
Я прям строчу по полной 
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