Black Maloka - About A King | Текст песни

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• About A King

A long long time ago there was a weird king
Who loved to sit alone beside a mountain stream
He came there now and then. He played his violin
But every tune he played was blown with the wind
He never left his land. He never fought a war
His kingdom wasn't rich. His queen was beautiful

Nothing ever changed until the other day
He woke up on his own and found his kingdom vanished
He wandered empty halls not knowing what to do
He called his family but everything was doomed
No laughter in the streets. No peasants in the field
No rapist and no thief hanging from the tree

He stumbled off his throne. He broke his violin
And turned into a stone beside the mountain stream

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