Текст песни Ozymandias

(M: Jarva, Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822))

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the
desert.
Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies,
whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive,Black League - Ozymandias - http://ru.motolyrics.com/black-league/ozymandias-lyrics.html

stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them
and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye
Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe
lone and level sands stretch far away.