Текст песни 3. Канцлер Ги - Тамплиерская стёбная

I do not like to get up with bed
When just five in the morning.
I'm getting tired of all prayers
After all, we read them yesterday!

Tired of these saints wonders
I remove in the green forest
And the clock is clutching around the wall
And in the distance of Zenki.

I'm sick of Capellan:
He goes into our letters a nose (in Sal!)
And my preceptor is-impudent:
I'm sticking to me all the time.

Shameless looking at the light of the day
What does he want from me.
Preceptor eyes shoot me
Something hints (y, sodomit damned!)

You can believe me:
In the Templars life is not honey, no no
Then kings shoot money
Then dad roman sticks (not, not that you thought-give loose!)

From the politex in the eyes of dark
It will become scary, and then ridiculous
It happens fun, it happens
To be difficult to be a templar!