Текст песни Башня Рован - Монах Теодорус

Listen, brothers and sisters, the history of ancient
Her artless writer and literacy is not wiser ,
Heed truthful song. I'll start without further ado :
fell in love with the Delphic Pythia pied theologian
He was a respectable husband , nicknamed Theodore.
Porasteryal he scriptorium youthful enthusiasm .
Thought that the network does not get the devil ever
And then it fell unexpectedly such trouble .
Not helping confession, prayer and strict fasting .
Everywhere he mereschatsya hooves, horns and a tail .
Feels something demonic , unable to substantiate
And the Pope writes : & quot; perish , it's time to save ! & Quot;
From Flanders , from Gishpanii of all Christian countries
In Hamelin sent pontiffs alarmed Vatican
Gray men scientists were defying the summer,
And with them - Jorge novice , little orphan.
In a large refectory was declared a total collection ,
And that's what the Pope said Theodore exhausted :
& quot; In an ancient grimoire I find brothers , the story ,
And as I saw him , my mind immediately embarrassed .
Story about the Hellenic maiden that Pythia adv.
Sitting naked on a tripod poor thing is doomed .
And I understand that by submitting the charm of a virgin ,
I felt a grandparent before Evin nudity .
Fingers stray from beads , does not cook very head ! & Quot;
Sullenly listened brothers are his words.
And long Theodorus about Pythia told them .
The monks suffered long , but no longer had the strength .
And Savely strict monk at the door he said:
& quot; It was you had to x # y , brother, Peter said to Judas ! & quot;
And good old Kondraty said such words:
& quot; Go - ka you by x # y , brother , but pray first & quot ;.
A wise monk Johannes angrily slammed the Psalter
& quot; In general , go - ka you on the x th # ! & quot; - Chorus decided monastery.
A young novice Jorge elders scientists interrupted .
& quot; I can hear noise on the road - poor boy said.
-This Is probably nuncio papal bull luck ! & Quot;
By x # y nuncio sent from the city gates .
Pope endured insult, like a true servant of Christ ,
But excommunicated all Hamelin about the same place .
Oh, Christian school , the severity of the schools !
Monk sent by x # y , he met - and gone .
By x # y long road . He goes for a long time
And eating a bowl of your favorite buckwheat grain.
Worn on the road to Greece fourteen pairs of boots ,
He came to the desired goal - and nothing could .
And at Delphi , on stone slabs , where drevle tripod standing ,
& quot; Go - ka you , Pythia , by x # y ! & quot; - In desperation, he wrote .
And the entire population of Hamelin third day of laughs ,
Merry shouts of & quot; on the x th # ! & Quot; meets monks people .
Crowning the spouses and minor children baptizing ,
& quot; On the x # y , indeed , on the x th # ! & quot; - The monks are now saying .
Peyzanin peyzanke said : & quot; native, will be a war !
Monks 're crazy at all . Satan rages !
From the city turned the saints in heaven.
Screams & quot; you went to x # y & quot; navyazli in their ears & quot ;.
Vita, known , brevis - runs year after year .
Reposed those monks gathered at the gates of paradise .
And Peter , stern gatekeeper closed the door and said :
& quot; Go to the x # y , guys, no you did not call here & quot ;.
Young novice Jorge no longer a young man ,
He is in charge of the library , that's what done.
( Jorge became a librarian , he was white-haired old man,
Books highly respected , they used to take care of it )
Now he is a venerable and decrepit old man , white-haired ,
Books highly respected , he used to take care of them .
But not to repeat the ungodly nightmare
Jorge smeared with curare in squalid grimoire .
Occasionally bitter memory seizes them ,
And then he , anxiety and melancholy mystery tormented ,
Wandering the dusty halls , weeping bitter fate .
& quot; On the x # y such books ! & quot; - Mutters under his breath itself .