Текст песни Coriolan (Rome) с переводом

Will you wash your hands in his heart, will you dwell?

Will you pay yourself with being proud as well?

He has a heart as little apt as yours

But it harbours no complaints, no remorse

Coriolan, Coriolan, Coriolan

Wouldn’t flatter you for a love forlorn

For he has no equal in pride, in scorn

And what his breast forges his tongue must vent

For it’s hard to walk with your knees bent

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