the gentle breeze is Lord of the rough and tumble And He is the King of the Jungle, ooh yeah Yes He is, King of the Jungle, yeah And He is the King, King
Перевод: Стивен Кертис Чепмен. Король джунглей.
and tumble And He is King of the Jungle People say this world's a jungle and sometimes I must admit I'd be scared to death if I did not know who was king
U N G L E (He is the king of kings) K I N G of the J U N G L E (He's sitting on the throne) He is the king of kings What I see is telling me this world
The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king
change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door. Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Polititians'
Call her Moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lonely Moonchild Dreaming in the shadows of a willow Talking to the trees of the Cobweb strange
change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient tongue For the court of the Crimson King
The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams Upon the instruments of death The sunlight brightly gleams When every man is torn apart
Said the straight man to the late man "Where have you been?" I've been here and I've been there And I've been in between I talk to the wind My words
Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadows of the willow Talking to the trees of the cobweb strange
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
box. Good King Leonardo, has his enemies, Biggie with his pistols, there's Itchy with his fleas. They fought against the kingdom to overthrow the king
command whatever you say I will never betray you I will cooperate in the end you must save me before it is too late In the court of crimson king the
your face The time is talking now Boy you looked so bad! You make the earth revolve You make the camera sing No conscience can absolve The Sun King
