I used [bad word] the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemies eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
Once you know there was never, 
Never an honest word
That was when [bad word] the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of [bad word] People could not believe what I'd [bad word] Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king? 

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when [bad word] the world

I hear [bad word] bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can not explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
And that was when [bad word] the world

Viva La Vida

I used [bad word] the world
Seas would rise 
When I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear [bad word] bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you know there was never, never an honest word
That was when [bad word] the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of [bad word] People couldn't believe what I'd [bad word] 
Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear [bad word] bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world

I hear [bad word] bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when [bad word] the world
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh

Когда-то мир лежал у моих ног,
Я правил даже морями как бог.
Теперь же по утрам я сплю один
И в дворниках я самый нижний чин.

Я правил судьбами и жизнью,
В глаза врагов вселяя боль,
И слушал с лестной укоризной:
"Король-то умер, да здравствует король!"

Один лишь только миг
Ключ всех дверей был в руках моих
Но всё, что я воздвиг
Был только мираж о странах чужих.

Я слышу звон колоколов Иерусалима,
Римская конница поёт свои гимны.
Будь моим зеркалом, щитом и мечом,
Моим проповедником на поле чужом.
Есть причины, что мне не понять -
Только ложью это можно назвать,
Лживые жесты, шум и гам…
Это было, когда мир склонялся к моим ногам.

Был страшный ветер срыв