I defend the ray of the candles on the table,
From evil winds that blow through open doors,
No one in power: Dukes, barons, kings,
To put it out, sitting down for dinner.
Burning fatigue, chills to the bone,
And I consider not sleeping a wink,
And saving it from all intruders,
Standing on the beam looking down.
Glimmer of a candle, struggling with the winds,
Permeate the solid black shadow,
His fiery tongues,and
Rescues the world from the fog of possessions.
While this illuminates a clear halo
While ray will still beat,
Evil messenger will not be on the throne
And our will, he will not be able to capture.