Текст песни Канцлер Ги - мой бедный Обвинитель

my poor Prosecutor that kind of nonsense
Carries you in the heat of day by day ?
I select a long time as if there is .
Well, except between the rack and fire?
And what interest me to repeat the words ,
What do you want to hear for a long time ?
I am confused by the devil , the idea is not new,
The demon in my breast lives and breathes .
my poor Prosecutor ...

my poor Prosecutor , my executioner ,
You are powerless to say anything ,
The process does not work even cry .
You just have to just wait
When my desire-soul will gain
Leave you in jest that body .
When , barely breathing , she skolznёt window ,
Catch , no catch - departed .
my poor Prosecutor ...

my poor Prosecutor you are empty ,
Fatigue you drink to the dregs.
Entwined with tiny handwriting sheets
And yet proven guilty .
He graduated from the same soon, and you with anger again
I rush to punish Panther .
But in his heresy , I know the love
And you do not know the love of the faith.
my poor Prosecutor ...