Звенят навзрыд колокола.
Сорвали жалость с душ кругом.
И все швырнули факела
На хворост под еретиком.
В доброту людей верую.
И в любовь и дружбу верную.
И пока живу, верю я.
Жил и верил и умру веруя.
А дым, как стая злых ворон.
Кружился, взмыв под облака.
И сквозь набата грозный звон.
Раздался крик еретика.
В доброту людей верую.
И в любовь и дружбу верную.
И пока живу, верю я.
Жил и верил и умру веруя.
Слеза скатилась как звезда
И ветер прах его разнес.
В толпе запуганной бедой,
Вдруг кто-то тихо произнес.
В доброту людей верую.
И в любовь и дружбу верную.
И пока живу, верю я.
Жил и верил и умру веруя.
Ringing bell bells.
Broke a pity from the shower circle.
And everyone threw a torch
On the brushwood under the heretic.
I believe in the kindness of people.
And in love and friendship true.
And while I live, I believe.
He lived and believed and died believing.
And smoke, like a flock of evil crows.
Circling, soaring under the clouds.
And through the alarm bell a terrible ringing.
There was a cry of a heretic.
I believe in the kindness of people.
And in love and friendship true.
And while I live, I believe.
He lived and believed and died believing.
A tear rolled down like a star
And the wind blew his ashes.
In a crowd of scared misfortune,
Suddenly, someone spoke softly.
I believe in the kindness of people.
And in love and friendship true.
And while I live, I believe.
He lived and believed and died believing.