Tomorrow's sun has come and sets behind the western sands A messenger approaches and says that John is gone
A stray arrow brought him down Belisarius, he chokes on his own tears
“Who is responsible? Who let this happen?” The messenger reports it was one of his own Killed by friendly fire, his dying words were “Punish not the man who killed me by mistake”
Is this injustice? I feel powerless There's no one for me to jail or execute (I'll) erect a shrine for him, I'll pay the price For years hereafter I will take good care of him
My only solace – my loving wife Dear Antonina, please comfort me
A disgruntled slave brought chambermaids to kneel before me and tell me what?
It never rains – it pours on me The blood within me boils Sing hallelujah! They say they saw my wife lay with my own godson How could they sin against me? Sing hallelujah!
Am I not just? I have the right, the right to have her killed Sing hallelujah! Am I like Christ, who so forgave the adulteress from stoning? Sing hallelujah!
If I forgive her, Antonina, what can be said then for Theodosius? She came from the streets and worked as an actress, but my dear godson should have known better I gave him a life, and now he betrays me Nothing could stop me – think of the ways I could inflict pain It's coming down, down to the wire Time to decide how I should I should proceed from here
How I can feel that she is hurting How I can see that she's not proud of herself And life is lonely, always apart And yet I have managed to be loyal to her Rumors begin to gather traction, and I am regarded as a pawn of my wife A great commander, but a puppet to her It's not surprising; virtue seems strange to the world
The might of Africa will fade, and all our monuments dissolve There's nothing here that will remain, and yet our lives somehow resound
Our fleeting lives are meaningful
Nothing you do doesn't matter Every choice you make moves this world toward hell or paradiseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
