Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Крик души Жака де Мале

Thanks! And what a curse it?
To me that's really no rest for seven centuries.
There's so quiet in the dungeon to die,
So I for some reason decided to burn at the stake.
The characters I came, and it became clear to me,
What it was easier in Palestine during the war,
That after death I will not find peace:
Rolevikov stremayutsya soul nonsense.

I did not know he was such a good
And in general I was pretty taken aback,
What's shite too fit to bring flowers -
Through the efforts of yours, I almost became a saint!
And I'm used to the tragic roles -
An innocent martyr and a victim of the king.
And the fear of God, I'm waiting the arrival of the day,
When they canonize me.

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