(Ady Endre verse alapján)
The God takes all of those away
Whom He really loves and smites
Gives them fiercy and quick hearts
These are the Chariots of Fire
The Fire-folk runs towards the Sky
And stays where winter's eternal
On the frozen peeks of mountains
They rattle and hurtle along
Statelessness between earth and sky,
With the wind of Fate they drive
Towards wicked and cold delights
The Chariots of Fire scud
Their hearts are glowing,
Their minds are glacial
Their icy roads are sprinkled
By the Sun with cold crystal dust |
