Текст песни Песнь Возрождения - 1494 Горит костер огнем пылает

He lit the fire, fire burns,
And black smoke rose into the clouds,
Jan Hus thorny path of its ends,
His fate is doomed to death.

You're not born to this earth a century,
That torture meekly bore, suffered in the fire,
Christ was a true medium of light,
During that fell victim, was killed in the fire.

He lit the fire, fire burns,
And sparks fly in the air quickly.
The sufferer in the throes of God calls
The smoke of the fire, his words sounded.
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He lit the fire, fire burns,
And the flame bloomed brightly victim,
Sufferer sky soul takes,
Then came the end, his torture.

Extinguished the fire, the flames died down.
Gone Gospel tract hero
But they burned the flag of Christ,
What Huss hoisted among the people.