All in the willpass, Wise man used to say: Every bonfire will someday burn away, First there are ashes went there no prize.
But when the fire is kind of a flame Every man keeps it in his own way Some makes it smoulder And some make it blaze.
When nights are long A small fire is just good Efforts are spared, so in the firewood. You should be wise to live at your supplies
But once in a while There will come some fool This silly fool will not observe the rules And his bonfire will rise up to the skies.
Some words still can't be said aloud Some things still wait to be allowed The sun can still be seen above the hill The fire is stil can thrill And God preserves me still.
Wise man retained The fire is for himself Had not enough for charity and help So he wasl save and feel no storm.
You've turn in winter night To a summer day And in a hour you fire is died away But while it burned All people were warm.