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Infanta

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Grekhi ne otpuskay mne, papa oni bol'shaya chast' menya
Oberegayemaya pravda, neprikasayemaya ya
Vnizu tolpa, s balkona vidno, kak lyudi ch'yey to boli zhdut
Ya slishkom ne lyublyu korridu, i ne lyublyu, kogda mne vrut
I, kak molitvu povtoryayu vslukh

Moyo imya Infanta, v moyom serdtse korona
Ne dob'yotsya nagrady rytsar' vashego trona
I pokhodkoy Atlanta on ukhodit dostoyno
Moyo imya Infanta, ya sovsem ne svobodna

Kogda dyshat' mne stanet legche moy angel chotko vidit tsel'
V traditsii tysyacheletiy ya zaperta, kak v tsitadel'
Myatezh dushi umom zakryt on, i ya chudes sovsem ne zhdu
Kak mantiyu nadev ulybku idu k narodu svoyemu
I, kak molitvu povtoryayu vslukh

Moyo imya infanta

Sloz ne budet, ya sebe ne pozvolyu poddat'sya
V etom pravda sud'by, v etom gorech' ironii
Mozhet byt' ne sluchit'sya moyey koronatsii
Tol'ko ya korolevoy ostanus' v istorii!

Moyo imya infanta!

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