Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Я не люблю вставать с постели

I do not like to get out of bed,
When only some five in the morning;
I tired of all the prayers -
After all, we read them yesterday!
Tired of these & quot; holy miracles & quot ;,
I retire in green forest,
A clock on the wall reeling
And away pyalit Zenk.

I'm sick of the chaplain -
He's in our letters nose vanities;
And our preceptor - terribly arrogant:
To me all the time stick!
Shamelessly looking at the light of day
Something he wants from me,
Preceptor eyes shoot me,
Something hints (oo-oo, sodomite damned! ...)!

Oh, you can believe me -
Templar life is not honey:
That kings shoot money
That Pope sticks (well give loan!).
Of politeness in the eyes dark,
That would be terrible, but it is ridiculous,
Sometimes fun, sometimes boring ...
Templars live hard!