Текст песни Л.Александров - Еретик

Ringing the bell violently,
Tearing sorry souls around,
And they threw the torch,
In the brushwood under the heretics
A smoke like a flock of evil crows
Courage soared into the clouds
And through the tocsin ragged moan
There was a cry of heretic:

The kindness of the people, I believe,
And in love and friendship, true ...
And evil impotence, I believe
I lived faith and die believing ...

But the flame of pain clenching his mouth, wanted him to verse for a moment ...
Tribune making the scaffold, wheezing through his teeth a heretic:
"How often betray the fire of faith in the triumph of good
I keep faithful to the faith "- he shouted in a flame of fire

The kindness of the people, I believe,
And in love and friendship, true ...
And the evil weakness, I believe
I lived faith and die believing ...

The star rolled down the tears and the wind blew the ashes of his ...
In the crowd, frightened disaster, suddenly someone said quietly:

The kindness of the people, I believe,
And in love and friendship, true ...
And evil impotence, I believe
I lived faith and die believing ...