Канцлер Ги - Юлий Цезарь
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Divine Caesar, creating the moon,
You are raised by strange dreams:
That all Rubicon proceeds
All lots are thrown by you,
And each used its right
To say the triumphoant to the triumph;
Field battles will overcome by
And you - nothing left!

And you are from year to year
Bed weather:
Rain, they say, shared in July!
Drop the larva -
Not in that reason:
You have nothing more desire
Divine Julius!

Water flows from the heavenly circle
Sneezes home your genius,
And your spouse, of course, is always
Above any suspicion;
Where do you go - she will not ask
Since accustomed to treason ...
Rain quietly rustles, and throws the moon
Sad glare on the walls.

Sad and tuels
In the night of the alleys -
You're away from the suburia;
Let the rumors catch
Matrones and whores:
You have no one to want more
Divine Julius!

But you are among the unsubstitial night mirages
See it once
And sunlight on the edges of the knives,
And blood on the steps of the Senate,
And how the last question
With the uncomfortable lips in surprise ...
While everything is calmly the average of pines and roses
In the rain, inanimate framing.

Vigoria check
Smile of death:
After all, you looked into her eyes!
And thoughts in flight -
But you will not die:
After all, the gods are immortal ... After all, so
Divine Julius!