Канцлер Ги - Песня Чезаре Борджиа - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Steps ring again on church slabs: will I be alive, will I be killed?

Put the candles of the shadows of my deeds,

Not worthy prayers, but repentance.

The saints from anger are darkened by faces:

"How dare you, a sinner, will come here?! Satanoy lived, you will die with satania,

Here is a fun, if you remember at least Pater! "

The night goes into the sky with censer smoke, the angels from God carry the answer.

The mind asks inexorably:

Maybe there is no god there? ...

In the past, I won a lot of victories: the proud Tuscany bowed the head;

The sun was gold under the sky blue yesterday - well, and what is now? From the stories of the dirty ones, you can’t wash yourself: the husband of the sister of the native and fratricide ...

All that was not stolen by fate-shawl,

This is a faithful sword and its former glory.

My faithful blade made of Toledo steel is like a cold ray from a blind moon. Angels to carry the answers are tired -

In the silence of the night, their steps are heard.

Angels go on church slabs, frowned squeamishly to my prayers,

But it is better to pray, alas, the bad slave of the Lord Cesare Borge cannot.