Текст песни Три мушкетера - Молитва Анны

Madonna, I'm finished, Holy Virgin, I'm lost
My Louis, you fool, but you cannot fool the cardinal.
Richelieu was digging again in someone else's underwear
And with horror I look into the coming day:
Lies and truth cannot save - a sharp knife,
Only from you, Madonna, I'm waiting for salvation ...

And London is deaf and dumb, and there is no reason to wait for news.
Ah, this Buckingham, and he is like all men ...
There is no hope and I see with longing
Around one enmity under the mask of flattery ...
I'll die in the prime of life, I'm Spanish, or not,
And for a Spanish woman, what is dearer than honor !?