Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Вновь звенят шаги...

Again, ring steps on church boards -
Will live, I will be killed there?
Put a candle shade of my acts,
Not worthy of prayer and penance.

At the holy anger darken the face:
& quot; How dare you, sinner, come here ?!
Satan lived, Satan will die -
This is fun, even if Pater remember! & Quot;

Night of the Gypsies of incense smoke,
Angels of God are the answer,
Mind asks inexorably -
Maybe there is no God, no ...?

In the past, I have won a lot of victories -
Proud Tuscany chapter has declined;
Golden sun was under the blue sky
My last day, well, what now?

From the stories I do not wash dirty:
My husband's sister and mother fratricide ...
Anything that is not the fate of the stolen-slut -
This is a sure sword, but the former glory.

True to my blade of Toledo steel -
How cool beam from the blind moon;
Angels carry the answers are tired,
In the silence of night their footsteps can be heard.

Angels go on church boards,
Wince in disgust my prayers,
But better to pray can not
A bad servant of the Lord Cesare Borgia.