Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Святой Доминик

Where over a gray bank of rustling reeds,
Where to seas zmeeyu blue river flows,
On the way is the monk Dominic,
Not yet a saint, not a saint yet.

I do not see him until the Supreme
While not immediately heresy hundred thousand arrows
And while not erect a monk on fire
Hundreds of thousands of souls, but a hundred thousand bodies.

It can be seen, God is not a simple warm fire,
To warm it, not enough resinous wood,
Dominic pondered, spat into the palm
And then I folded the fire of heretics.

The wind tossed the burnt ashes of fun,
Only no one to pray for their souls.
Today strangeness happening in the heavens:
He became a master of affairs saint usual campfire.