when you left it was like a fall of a Roman Empire
legion of our trust has been slaughtered

you did not succeed in creating Byzantium
neither did I in romancing with your friend

I thought a lot about Elysian Fields of our love
nowadays the barbarians grow potatoes on the fields

our son whose name was meant to be Igor will never be born
itís all because our two-seat senate has collapsed

you rent a room instead of residing on the Palatine Hill
I donít drink vodka anymore

we can start building an empire
a room with a kitchen would be enough