Канцлер Ги - Крестоносцы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

From the trees leaves fly off (right in Sene, and in Loire, and in Garonna, and wherever you want)

The autumn time came (Pater Nostor !!!)

In the campaign hike, everyone began to (background-barons, holoper, without pants, in some chain),

And they walked the crosses (and on the back, and on the shoulders, and on the railway, and everywhere, where it fell).

For me, my señor comes (absolutely perfect albigoez, stalled, it does not know how to fight, and can not, and does not want),

Said, they say, you will go with them (right tomorrow, at dawn, exactly at noon, as they wake up),

Maman fainted fell (straight from the balcony, down the boschoy, on the mare - she was whisching),

Sister Vinnech shed (a servant on the face - that satisfied!).

- "Friends, MANAYUNY SPAY!" (on the balcony, as it was: up the Balc, without a mare !!!),

Rent a servant to sleep in the cellar (let him slip, alcoholic ...)

And I, a young guy (about 17, 20,30 ...)

In the holy land, it was leaving (right from the place, with a haymaker, without pants, but with crosses).

For me, after the bride is running (Rygza Dough, like dough),

And after he is a father-in-law and mother-in-law (Rod Zhole, the ass thicker. And where did I escape from the trembling. In general, wherever you do not kill from them!)

... I sit in the fortress high (eight meters, maybe more - I did not measure. Arrows are fistilled),

And the master is the Master (Maja Lomarom, call Guyoma).

- "Great, Brothers Crusaders! Ave Mater!" - "Pater Noster!" - "Your also!" - "Thanks to all!"

"Now in the attack escape!" (left flank, right flank, in general, a bunch ... hell you, run alone !!!)

And then I run along the vegans (in the sand, on all fours, quickly, fast, because they will kill the same!),

After me, Saracin (7/8, 8/7, well, and the face, wider than J.pa, right three times, maybe more, I did not measure).

And I am amazing in an oasis (let the mirage, but not visible),

And let this be running one (in the desert, in the sand, to the Templars - let it be ends, Wahhabi Khrins!).

Assassina fly across the sky (he who missed everything hashish, buggy, reptiles that fly ...),

They want to fall asleep our land (straight on the neck, Il on the ears, or at all, on the top!)

And I, a young boy (about 17,20,30, maybe more, I do not remember)

Led with a severed leg (for disguise, jaw - near, eat hunting! ...)

My squire is suitable (called Anselm, Ile Adelm, Ile Bertrans - I don't remember ...)

"Let's give you up (Syczoshka, mowed on a sique, a dirty cloth, where are my spoons, that in the corner stood yesterday ???)"

And in the sanitary cart (drawn nut, the knitting spokes, without wheels, and ... oh! Horse died!)

With you, next to I will put (for interest, I do not mind; only from behind, nose to the wall, between the corpses, so as not to blow).

Since then, many years have passed (years 17, 20, 30 - forty-eight !!!)

I serve hospitallers (not a mellow!)

Razz Medical I Hose (from the constation, and diarrhea, and other different hands)

The squire guardian (from a neighbor, pervert, Templar, sodomit - will meet and will not notice!)

To the south of the crows flew (to Provence, maybe further, but I do not know - they did not say),

Appeared autumn time (Eksel-Moxel !!!)