When, when the fire’s at my feet again
And the vultures all start circling
They’re whispering, «You're out of time.»
But still, I rise
This is no mistake, no accident
When you think the final end is think again
Don’t be surprised, I will still rise
I must stay conscious
Through the menace and chaos
So I call on my angels
They say…
Огонь снова обволакивает мои ноги,