Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Я не люблю вставать с постели...

I do not get out of bed,
When only a five in the morning;
tired of all the prayers I -
After all, we read them yesterday!
Tired of those "holy miracles"
I retire in a green forest,
A clock on the wall reeling
And away pyalit Zenk.

I'm sick of the chaplain -
It is in our letters nose sticks (about lout!);
And our preceptor - terribly arrogant:
To me all the time stick!
Shamelessly watching in daylight
Something he wants from me,
Preceptor eyes shot me,
On something hints (oo-oo, sodomite damned! ...)!

Oh, you can believe me -
In Templar life is not medical:
That kings shoot money
That Pope sticks (no, not what you think, give a loan!).
From politeness in the dark eyes,
That would be terrible, but it is ridiculous,
Sometimes fun, sometimes boring ...
Templars live hard!