Don't cry for me.
Because when you are gone,
I am still going to be living,
like a king.
The candle light won't go off,
the wine won't run out,
the song won't stop,
the party goes on.
The fairest ladies spinning around,
like the butterflies trapped in my hands.
The handsomest gentlemen standing inline,
with pride and be my knights.
I won't cry for you.
Because when you are gone,
I am still going to be living,
like a king.
Who's gonna criticize me,
I will send him the finest silk.
He's going to be my new flag,
to be hang on top of my palace.
Even an army on my doorstep,
won't stop my luxurious life.
Even the heads are rolling on the ground,
the marble floor is washed by blood,
Even a steel sword is on my neck,
I am still going to hold up my glass,
and toast.
I am your King,
and I am still going to be,
the glamourous king,
in the bloody history.
Don't cry for me,
because I won't cry for you.
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