Текст песни Канцлер Ги - мой бедный Обвинитель

my poor Prosecutor that nonsense
Brings you into the heat of the day to day?
I like the choice for a long time there.
Well, maybe between the rack and fire?
And what interest me to repeat the words,
What do you want to hear for a long time?
I am confused by the devil, the idea is not new,
That demon in my breast lives and breathes.
my poor Prosecutor ...

my poor Prosecutor, my executioner,
You are powerless to say anything,
The process does not work even cry.
You just have to just wait
When my desire-soul will gain
Leave your body is a mockery.
When, breathless, she skolznёt window,
Catch, do not catch - departed.
my poor Prosecutor ...

my poor Prosecutor you are empty,
Fatigue drink you to the dregs.
Entwined with tiny handwriting sheets
And yet, not proven guilty.
He graduated from the same soon, and you with anger again
Punish me rush panther.
But in his heresy, I know love,
And you do not know the love of the faith.
my poor Prosecutor ...