Portrait کے بول

I've been crowned king from when I was born I'm in constant struggle to stay clear From my cheeks roll golden diamond tears Diamonds You are born to make me feel my power Amuse me with your unpretentious arts Draw my face and make up for my scars My scars We walk the earth on sullen ground Come wipe the dust off from my crown You paint me with a brush of gold Paint my portrait Before I go Don't you see me sitting on the thrown? Can't you feel your worth it's in your bones? Mix your colours like you did before Before Bow down slave I believe it's time to change The colours on the canvas Don't let them see I'm anxious We walk the earth on sullen ground Come wipe the dust off from my crown You paint me with a brush of gold