Текст песни Канслер Ги - крестоносцы

With trees leaves fly around ,
( Right in the Seine and the Loire ,
And in the Garonne , and wherever you want)
Come autumn time .
( Pater Noster ! )

In a campaign crusade all flooded
( Background - barons , hicks ,
No pants , but in mail ! )
And ponaveshali crosses.
( And on the back and shoulders,
And assholes everywhere, haphazardly )

For me, my lord comes
( Absolutely perfect albigoid ,
Stalbo , does not know how to fight , and can not , and does not want )
Said , they say you'll go with them .
( Right tomorrow at dawn,
Exactly at noon , as you wake up )

Ma fainted ,
( Straight from the balcony, down the head,
On the mare - she got mad ... )
Sister Vinišće shed .
( Servant on the face - that happy! )

Friends , Mamani hoisted ,
( On the balcony , as it was, down the head,
WITHOUT mare !!!)
Friends servant polozhte the cellar to sleep.
( Let oversleep , alcoholic)

And I , a young boy ,
( seventeen years , twenty, thirty ... )
In the Holy Land has moved .
( Right away, from the loft ,
No pants , but - with crosses )

For me after running bride
( Rozsa acidic like dough )
And after her - in-law and mother-in-law .
( Rozsa - meaner Ass - thicker)

And what it led to :
I was sitting in a fortress high .
( Eight meters , maybe more , I'm not Meryl -
Boom they hiss ! )
And to us is the master.
( Muzzle scrap , call Guillaume )

& quot; Wow , brothers Crusaders !
( Ave mater Pater Noster ,
Your well , thank you all ! )
Now attack shoots.
( Left wing , right wing ,
In general, a bunch of - & quot; Fuck you run one ! & Quot;)

And now I 'm running in the desert ,
( On the sand , on all fours ,
Very quickly - it will kill the same ! )
Me rushing Saracens.
(Seven to eight , eight to seven ,
Well, erysipelas, wider ass , right three times ,
Maybe more , oh , I do not Meryl ... )

And I get away in an oasis
(Have a mirage , but not seen ! )
And let entot running alone .
( In the desert , on the sand ,
To the Templars - let hacked ! )

Flying across the sky Assassins
( Stoned all hashish ,
Buggy bastards that fly )
We want to fill the earth.
( Straight up to my neck , Or head over heels ,
Or even on top of the head )

And I , a young boy ,
( Seventeen years , twenty, thirty ,
Maybe more , I do not remember)
Lie with the severed leg.
( To hide the jaw - next ,
Guzzle hunting! )

Suits my squire ,
( To call Anselm , il Adelmo ,
Ile Bertrand - I do not remember ! )
Let your bandage .
( Sikos nakos , Koch on sikos ,
dirty rag .
& quot; Where is my leg wrappings ,
That stood in the corner yesterday ? & Quot;)

And sanitary cart,
( Drawbar bent, spokes bits
Without the wheel , and the horse died )
With him around I make .
(For those interested , I do not mind ,
Just behind nose to the wall ,
Between the corpses , so that I did not blow ! )

Since then, many years have passed ,
( Seventeen years , twenty, thirty -
Forty-eight , oh! )
Hospitaller I serve.
( Not tuzhu ! )

I 'm raising medicinal herbs ,
( Constipation and diarrhea ,
And other various , uh ... ailment )
Squire keeper .
( From a neighbor , pervert ,
Templar sodomite -
Seduce and will not notice ! )

Crows flew south ,
(Up to Provence , maybe more ,
I do not know , do not say . )
Autumn time has come ...
( Ёpsel - mopsel ... )