Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Жалоба Жака де Моле

Ouch! And what a curse it?
I am here too there is no rest for seven centuries.
No that's to die quietly in a dungeon,
So I for some reason decided to burn at the stake.
I went out a hero, and it became clear to me,
It was easier in Palestine during the war,
That after death I will not find peace:
Roleviki strematsya soul nonsense.

I did not know that there was such a good
And in general was pretty dumbfounded,
The fact that shite really fit to bring flowers -
Your writings, I almost became a saint!
And I'm already used to tragic roles -
Innocent martyr and victim of the king.
And I fear God's waiting for the arrival of the day,
When they canonize me.

And if for a moment we assume
That I was disgusting and vile
That I violated the statute, not honored him at all,
Some bastard spawn hundred forty and seven?
(And maybe more)
To become a master of a colleague I podsidel
And poor Hugo at once was out of work.
I drank wine varieties without any action,
All mothers like a Templar.
Holy Virgin, I had almost forgotten
How is it that I have in this life was
And after the death I will not find peace ...
Go to hell, let be yourself!