Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Святой Доминик

Where on the shore rustling gray cane,
Where the seas zmeeyu blue river flows,
On the way there is a monk, Dominique,
Not yet a saint, not a saint yet.

Do not see him until the Almighty
While not immediately heresy hundred thousand arrows,
And while not erect a monk on fire
Hundreds of thousands of souls, but hundreds of thousands of bodies.

It can be seen, God is not a simple warm fire,
To warm it will not be enough resinous wood,
Dominic pondered, spat in his hand
And then folded the fire of heretics.

Wind cheerfully throws burnt ashes,
Only no one to pray for their souls.
Strangeness happening now in heaven:
Became a sacred conventional master Affairs campfire.