Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Вы играете в жизнь мою

You play in my life,
Exalt my death.
Good to be in the first fight,
And then burned at the stake.
Choking smoke
Executioners curse
Wash off with his soul, insults,
Slander and dirt.

So pray for my soul,
I'm dead, six hundred and a half years.
I ask, though in hell, though in paradise
Do not look for secrets, which is not.
Maybe I was a sinner,
Maybe it was the Holy One:
Dead Man's songs do not need to -
Let sleeping quietly.

Maybe I would have stayed -
Yet the matter was settled because -
In the cave quietly rot
And go into the sepulchral gloom.
Repentance story,
You saved me b.
Just own conscience
Burns terrible fire.

So pray for my soul,
I'm dead, six hundred and a half years.
I ask, though in hell, though in paradise
Do not look for secrets, which is not.
All that I have experienced -
It's just a pain.
I do not need lawyers -
We need a rest.

Web foreign legends
Close up eyes and mouth.
Was I, or maybe no
On the ground - who are now understand.

Dancing reflection
In the mirror curves.
And the victory of defeat
Pay them.

So pray for my soul,
I'm dead, six hundred and a half years.
I ask, I tell you a secret of his own,
On one question I will give one answer -
Those who wears a fool
At the heart of my image:
Dead men do not ask for love -
Ask for a rest.