Рыжий Канцлер Ги - Юлий Цезарь
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Divine Caesar, the creation of the moon,
You rave strange dreams:
That all the Rubicons are crossed,
All lots are abandoned by you
And everyone used their right
Tell the triumph of the nastiness ...
Field battles are overgrown with past
And you have nothing left.
And you are from year to year
Blame the weather -
Rains, they say, lifted in July -
Drop the larva!
Isn't that the reason:
You have nothing more to wish,
Divine Julius?

Water flows from the heavenly circle,
Your family is sneezed
And your spouse, of course, is always
Above any suspicion.
Where are you going - she will not ask,
Since I got used to betrayal ...
The rain rustles softly and the moon throws
Dull glare on the walls.
Sad and bucks
In the night of the alleys,
You turned away from Subura -
Let them catch rumors
Matrons and whores,
You have no one else to want
Divine Julius.

But you are among the unsteady night mirages
You will have to see once
And solar glow on the faces of knives,
And blood on the steps of the Senate,
And how the last question will break
From the numb lips in amazement ...
So far, everything is calm in the middle of the pinch and roses
In the rain inanimate frames.
Check the vision
A 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 ...
It is so,
Divine Julius?