Мир подводный и земной

In a certain kingdom of the sea
You know, in the sea there is a lot of empires
The king rules Martimyan white scar
In the ancient face.
He collected all the wealth
Large ocean arteries
The chests in the bins,
Himself , as usual, lived in the palace

Daughter was with him,
Lizaveta we call her
King of soul in it is not looked for ,
Fed and cared for , that
And she was growing up the hope of a reservoir
snow youth
Noticing the road of adversity

But in the world underwater , as usual
Many temptations .
No drug is true,
But drink - always dohrena
You can fine wine to drink
And hanging out with diver
Since the bottom ,
That and the gap you can not see

Lizaveta was involved in underwater bohemian hangouts
Party, dance , steps leading down
And , one day, some underwater artist named Gene
Told her that somewhere other normal life

He said that the land falls manna from heaven
He said , in the cities , where the lights are lit everywhere
Immigrates come on, have not seen you eh ocean
Here they are only fish , sand, yes seahorses

And Lizaveta runs , listening to other people's council
By roundabout ways , taking a course on the wrong lights
In the bustling city came in, there was blinded by a bright light
And gone, gone - as often happens with people .

King of booze three weeks , & quot; Instruction & quot; listened and Umku
But then he shook himself , decided that it can no longer be
And swore to myself that will find that imbecile ,
That gave bad advice, and nodded sea princes .

He found it somewhere in the crevice between the corals.
He was waiting with a smile cowardly execution of its shameful .
How to live like this - the world is darkened and favorite daughter ran away.
The king said : & quot; Take the sword , will fight , bohemian Jew ! & Quot;

They stood facing each other with swords made ​​of steel
Justice has been done - and the king won.
And the king has servants prompt stingray saddled .
Sparks flew like a whirlwind , and to the shore , the king hastened .

Here it ashore and then he cursed , poisoned by city
The king is on the avenue , not believing tired eyes
Throughout the infernal machines busy , monstrous roar
Where is your daughter , Martimyan ! Martimyan where you yourself ?

Not hear anybody, even cry , though fallen from crop
And long trodden pavement ancient king Martimyan
Cop shot him on the prospect of Maurice Thorez
He is shooting at targets alive was skillful schemyan .

And since then, our world has not become miracles and mysteries
Century comes to an end , we are suffocating in close ring
And underwater kingdom quietly decaying
Forgetting the King with a white scar on his ancient face.