Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Ричард Окделл - Маршалу Алва

Tosca sits in the corner, unhappy gray rat
And verbal litter flies from the leaves.
Scraps of silly thoughts burn on the floor
My brain is tired, stupid, forgive my liege.

Farewell, my lord, to my ridiculous misfortunes,
You are deaf so far - well, so be it.
I leave the yard and fall in bad weather
Begging for a gift to forget you.
Like a mad dog in a straight line
Forgetting the way home
I run, only my memory as if the apple is ripening.
Well, come on, come on, come on,
Forget, forget, forget!
Only my memory can not forget anything.

Everything seems to be like always and the day looks impassively
He is my misfortune - idle talk
Though laugh sob, drink though - it's all in vain
Such nonsense, forgive my senor.

Forgive my liege, for the one whom I see -
Not you, but if so, I, in general, do not care.
Though death is not a shame, but I am offended by it
Believe my liege, you died long ago.
Like a mad dog in a straight line
Forgetting the way home,
I run forgetting about the textbook of everyday science
Die, Die, Die
For such, God invented paradise,
Just as we in this paradise will not die of boredom.

I am again myself and friend and enemy forever
I am equal on the ground and on the tops of the mountains
But you want from heaven to silence the river
Shout to me: & quot; Goodbye forever, my liege & quot;