The first: ** The day I ascended the throne.. I did not come by chance. I am a descendant of glory.. And the universe is mine to purify what bows my head.. And the palm of my hand is not cold on history.. From my prestige is hidden **Chorus:** Crossed over for myself.. and the summit is my abode. The prestige of the kings of the earth.. It flows in the midst of my neighbor. Do not raise your eyes.. And in front of you I am a hurricane. The chair belongs to its companions.. And I am its passerby. **The clip The second: ** The weight is heavy.. and the step has a resonance. We do not look back.. and we do not ask the “we” who feared us to be safe.. and whoever returns to us sang the melody of farewell that.. in the fire of ignorance bends **Chorus:** Cross-legged to myself.. and the top is my abode, the prestige of the kings of the earth.. flowing in the midst of my neighbor, do not raise your eyes.. and in front of you I am a hurricane. The chair is for its companions.. and I am its passerby. **Conclusion (Outro):** Leadership is an art.. Sovereignty is its inheritance. We do not ask for appreciation.. We impose its ferocity. The crown is on the head.. This is the bottom line. I am the king.. and everyone knows its size.
