Текст песни Дмитро Павличко - Коли помер кривавий Торквемада

The translation is not poetry , because I do not Pushkin :

When he died a bloody Torquemada
Come across Spain monks
Dressed in lumps like old men
Mean human shepherds herd

Oh, they were afraid of the Holy Fathers
Not kolyhnetsya whether their mighty power
The soul of the heretic 's death is pleased
Nuezh do not flicker anywhere smile?

They all told
That is no longer the inquisitor
And the people , listening to them crying ...

Not even smiling furtively
I guess all is well understood
What tyrant was dead , but it's worth a prison.