Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Дайте стать самим собой

Oh! And what a curse it?
I'm here too there is no rest for seven centuries.
Not here to quietly die in the dungeon,
So I have for some reason decided to burn at the stake.
The characters I came, and it became clear to me,
What it was easier in Palestine during the war,
What after death I will not find peace:
Rolevikov stremayutsya soul nonsense.

I did not know he was such a good
And in general, I was pretty taken aback,
What shite too fit to bring flowers -
Through the efforts of yours, I became almost a saint!
And I'm already used to tragic roles -
An innocent martyr and victim of the king.
And I fear God's waiting for the arrival of the day,
When they canonize me.

Ah, if we assume for a moment,
What I was disgusting and midges,
What I violated the charter, it is not honored at all,
Some bastard spawn hundred forty and seven? (And maybe more)
To become a master of a colleague I podsidel
And poor Hugh at once was out of work.
I drank wine all varieties without any action,
All mothers like a Templar.
Holy Virgin, I had almost forgotten,
How is it that I have been in this life
And after death I will not find peace ...
Go to hell, let yourself be!