Fire is the color of my true love's hair
Near to the father sits his golden chair
By prayer and petition to the king on his left
Light is the burden that i bear
O so enchanting are these
Lovely chains that bind you
Beneath their deadly weight
The lord's eye defined you
With fear and tremblin'
Before the one with your wounds
Your eyes as empty as my savior tomb
Warm is the breath of his holy spirit
He who has ears to hear let 'm hear it
Torn were the hands of the worthy lamb
May you know his name and fear it
There you are hangin' by the golden rope
There you lie no hope
====
Огонь - цвет волос моей возлюбленной
Рядом с отцом, сидящем в своём золотом кресле
Молясь и прося у левой руки хозяина
Свет это бремя, которое я несу
О, как очаровательны
эти узы, что ослепляют
Под их неумолимой тяжестью,
Данной тебе глазом божьим
В страхе и дрожи,
Перед тем, который с твоими ранами,
Твои глаза пусты, как могила моего спасителя
Тепло это дыхание его святого духа
Тот, кто имеет уши что бы слышать, пусть услышит
Порваны были руки достойного младенца
Может, ты знаешь его имя и боишься его
Вот ты, висишь на золотой веревке,
Не оставив надежды
Fire Is The Color of My True Love's Hair
Near To The Father Sits His Golden Chair
By Prayer and Petition to the King on His Left
Light IS The Burden That I Bear
O SO Enchanting Are Thesee
Lovely Chains That Bind You
Beneath Their Deadly Weight
THE LORD'S EYE DEFINED YOU
WITH FEAR AND TREMBLIN '
Before The One Wounds
Your Eyes AS Empty As My Savior Tomb
Warm Is The Breath of His Holy Spirit
He Who Has Ears to Hear Let 'M Hear IT
Torn Were The Hands of the Worthy Lamb
May You Know His Name and Fear It
There You Are Hangin 'by The Golden Rope
There You Lie NO Hope
====
Fire - My Beloved Hair Color
Next to the Father Sitting in his Golden Chair
Praying and asking for the owner's left hand
Light is the burden that I carry
Oh like adorable
these bonds that blind
Under their inexorable severity
Given to your eye of God
In fear and trembling,
Before that with your wounds,
Your eyes are empty as the grave of my Savior
Heat is the breath of his Holy Spirit
The one who has ears would hear, let him hear
Torn were the hands of a decent infant
Maybe you know his name and afraid of him
Here you are hanging on a gold rope,
Without leaving hope
