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 
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 [bad word] some fool 
This silly fool will not observe [bad word] 
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 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 fore is died away 
But while it burned 
All people were warm.