Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Песня мертвеца

You play in my life,
Exalt my death ...
Good to be faithful in battle,
And then,
Burn at the stake.
Choking smoke,
Executioners curse.
Wash away all my life my resentment,
Slander and dirt.
So pray for my soul;
I ice
 600-a-half years,
I ask: Even though hell and heaven,
Do not look for the mystery which is not.
Maybe I was a sinner, may I was holy,
Deadman do not need songs
Let sleeping quietly.
Maybe I stayed,
Yet the matter was settled the case.
In the cave quietly rot
And to leave the gates of the grave.
Repentance story,
You saved me, b,
Just own conscience
 terrible burning fire.
so pray for my soul;
I'm dead
600-a-half years ...
I ask:
Though hell, even in paradise,
Do not look for secrets
Which is not.
All that I experienced - it's just a pain.
I do not need lawyers - needed only peace.
Web foreign legends
Zaliplyaet eyes and mouth.
Was I il may not have on earth,
Who will understand?
Dancing reflection
speculum curves
Their victory in defeat
Pay them
So pray for my soul;
I'm dead,
600-a-half years.
I ask, I tell you a secret of his own,
On one question I will give one answer.
Those who foolishly wears
At the heart of my image,
Dead men do not ask for love,
Ask for a rest.