Lyrics Канцлер Ги - Жак де Моле
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Вы играете в жизнь мою,Превозносите мою смерть:
Хорошо первым быть в бою, а потом На костре сгореть;
Задыхаясь от дыма,Палачей проклясть,
Смыть с души своей обиды, Клевету и грязь.
Так помолитесь за душу мою ,Я мертв шестьсот с половиной лет!
Я прошу - хоть в Аду, хоть в Раю Не ищите тайны, которой нет!
Может, был я грешен,Может, был и свят..
Мертвецам не нужно песен -Пусть спокойно спят..
Может, я бы остался жить - (Дело все же решилось так…)
В подземелье тихонько гнить и уйти В замогильный мрак.
Покаяния повесть -Ты спасла б меня,
Только собственная совесть Жжет страшней огня.
Так помолитесь за душу мою -Я мертв шестьсот с половиной лет!
Я прошу - хоть в Аду, хоть в Раю Не ищите тайны, которой нет!
Все, что испытал я -Это только боль;
Мне не нужно адвокатов -Нужен лишь покой..
Паутина чужих легенд Залепляет глаза и рот..
Был я или, быть может, нет, на земле-Кто теперь поймет?
Пляшет отражение В зеркалах кривых;
И в победу поражение Обратилось в них.
Так помолитесь за душу мою - Я мертв шестьсот с половиной лет!
Я открою вам тайну свою -На один вопрос дам один ответ
Тем, кто сдуру носит В сердце образ мой:
Мертвецы любви не просят -Просят лишь покой.
You play my life, Exalt my death:
It is good to be first in battle, and then burn at the stake;
Choking with smoke, The executioners curse
Wash away from the soul of his resentment, Slander and dirt.
So pray for my soul, I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I ask - even in Hell, even in Paradise Do not look for secrets that do not exist!
Maybe I was a sinner, Maybe I was holy ..
Dead men do not need songs -Let them sleep well ..
Maybe I would live - (The case still decided so ...)
In the cave quietly rot and leave In the grave.
Repentance tale -You would save me,
Only own conscience Burns worse than fire.
So pray for my soul. I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I ask - even in Hell, even in Paradise Do not look for secrets that do not exist!
All that I experienced is only pain;
I don't need lawyers. I only need peace ..
A web of alien legends It closes eyes and mouth ..
Was I, or perhaps not, on earth, Who will understand now?
Dance reflection In the mirrors of the curves;
And in victory, defeat Turned into them.
So pray for my soul - I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I will reveal my secret to you -On one question I will give one answer
To those who foolishly carry In my heart my image:
The dead of love do not ask - ask only peace.
It is good to be first in battle, and then burn at the stake;
Choking with smoke, The executioners curse
Wash away from the soul of his resentment, Slander and dirt.
So pray for my soul, I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I ask - even in Hell, even in Paradise Do not look for secrets that do not exist!
Maybe I was a sinner, Maybe I was holy ..
Dead men do not need songs -Let them sleep well ..
Maybe I would live - (The case still decided so ...)
In the cave quietly rot and leave In the grave.
Repentance tale -You would save me,
Only own conscience Burns worse than fire.
So pray for my soul. I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I ask - even in Hell, even in Paradise Do not look for secrets that do not exist!
All that I experienced is only pain;
I don't need lawyers. I only need peace ..
A web of alien legends It closes eyes and mouth ..
Was I, or perhaps not, on earth, Who will understand now?
Dance reflection In the mirrors of the curves;
And in victory, defeat Turned into them.
So pray for my soul - I'm dead six hundred and a half years!
I will reveal my secret to you -On one question I will give one answer
To those who foolishly carry In my heart my image:
The dead of love do not ask - ask only peace.