Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Тамплиерская стёбная

I do not like to get out of bed
When only a five in the morning.
I'm tired of all the prayers
After all, we read them yesterday!

Tired of these holy miracles
I retire in a green forest
A clock on the wall reeling
And away pyalit Zenk.

I'm sick of the chaplain:
He sticks his nose our letters (to smart aleck!)
And my preceptor -zhutko arrogant:
To me all the time stick.

Shameless looking in daylight
-So What he wants from me.
Preceptor eyes shoot me
Something hints (from Sodom damn!)

Oh, you can believe me:
At Templar life is not honey, no, no
That money Kings shooting
That Pope stick (no, not what you think-let loan!)

From politeness in the eyes of the dark
That would be terrible, but it is ridiculous
Sometimes fun, sometimes boring
Templar be difficult!