Pale Roses - Summer of 64
текст песни

I was there on Palatine hill,
In the summer of 64,
Surrounded by the flames,
Praying for the rain to pour.
Oh! Don't slander Nero,
He didn't light the fire
That burnt the temples to the ground,
He was only playing lyre.

I was there in the fields of Mars,
Safe from the blazing rage
Cast upon us by offended gods
Nearing the end of their age.
Oh! Don't slander Nero,
He didn't light the fire.
Why don't you blame the Christians,
Always eager to conspire.