Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Прощание Бертрана де Борна

Pass fate shakes
Cradle of past life;
I leave all that was -
Unfortunately, no!
indifferently notes
Path sunset that kisnet in the sky,
grins dull
Cloudy light.

Based both on the stick, Dm7 G
On podshiblennuyu foot, C7 F
Rides crows, my poor rater ... Dm7 E7 Am / A7
tired of earthly life -
With this there is nothing to do! -
Open the gate, the abbot!

On the face of a tired soul
Shadows of the past lie;
You know, lots unenviable -
Be cause of quarrels!
I used to bleed the water thawed,
And cheek to pull over to the ground,
And to end your rather short
With life conversation.

From itself without denying,
In the face of the Lord repent
I - other people's destinies bad sculptor ...
Repentance clumsily,
Well, who cares? -
Open the gate, the abbot!

Finally the door squeak,
Quietly asked - "What's wrong with you?"
I surrender the body and soul
In a voluntary prisoner.
I believe his soul,
And now I am looking for peace
In the silence of a blind and white
Monastery walls.

I am leaving the straight road -
My life, do not touch me!
I'll certainly not more than a friend ...
I came to the final - again
According to knock board oak:
Open the gate, the abbot ...