I stood there and watched as the wind blows away The laurels off your head One of us acted befitting the knight Sing. Sing a song… And now he’s the gold in the list of saints. He’s your hero to follow and praise I heard through the grapevine that I should be next Forgive me. Somebody will take my place Tatyana and others are selling themselves Right in the shade of your cross Thanking you for letting it so But you sing. Sing a song In the deep of your ores all your singers have gone There’s no one in beautiful cage I was told that I would be claiming the throne Forgive me. Somebody will take my place In the skies made of paper are flying the lights Taking our girls away Anubis entices you with his left hand But you sing, sing a song. A burnt sailor from distant Orion shores Has become a son of the corps You thought it was I in your bed that night Forgive me. Somebody else took my place But when seven stars above your head Will line up in a sickle of red And a drunken hunter will release his dogs In the spaciousness of your void I’ll remember those who were smarter than you Lovelier than you, better than you But who of them walked over the broken glass Like you did - with beauty and grace… Day of Yuri is near and candles are set At abandoned palace walls But burning them cannot save anymore Better sing. Sing!!! The scouts from the abbey have found my home And brought the court order to me I was told that I would be judging the case Don’t bet on it, somebody will take my place Learned about your light from the enslaved Learned about your wonders from blue-eyed wolves. On the green grass, in a white lace Bewildered were my eyes Bewildered was my soul From the shores of Botichelli like snow in the flame From the swan-shaped ships into the shade Day of Yuri is near, my love And we will set out to go Traveling upstreamEdit
It looks heavy to me and there is probably plenty of errors. What do you think?