Em f #
End, friends, grab crossbows:
A em
I think the fun is over
F #
I'm afraid I'll have to sing couplets
A em
Behind the bars of a crude dungeon.
C D Em
But the ambiguous grin is familiar to me:
C D Em
There can be no mistake, like a chance
C D G
Ah, it would be better if yesterday’s hayloft burned with me,
C H7
Shelter for all who came from Provence!
Friends, I go to the Lord to visit,
My candle is burning and crying wax
And in two steps the Grand Inquisitor -
Cadaver of the sick western brain.
And a sensual fold wrinkles forehead,
And the gray eyes eyes become sharper.
Ah, better if an epidemic drove me into a coffin,
Ah, better b trampled on the market!
Hope - what to draw water sieve,
I am amused by remorse and tears
And two steps away the Grand Inquisitor,
Cadaver of the sick western brain.
Now go the fun for the bones,
Where instead of strings stretched veins.
Ah, it would be better in the tavern I lost my jaws,
Ah, it would be better fell on drunk in the Seine!
Well, all goodbye, with God, the card is a bit,
Unstuck cardboard cart.
And two steps away the Grand Inquisitor,
Cadaver of the sick western brain.
