Snow falls softly as if someone pudrował world,
Snow babbled to fly, from the clouds
good words
On gray days, the bad dreams, the human disputes.
Something in an instant changes us.
And that's the magic of Christmas.
On the face of flakes, no two the same,
Flowers on the windows, that Mr. Frost, a painter known.
Someone looking into the darkness, he wants to see
The first Christmas,
And she is in the eyes of those
they love us.
Hey, people, holidays are coming!
Smiling star shines
Again in gifts
The whole world!
Hey, people, holidays are coming!
Let them open their hearts,
Start from scratch
Time to count!
Among the throng of Christmas carols, each wants
to hear,
A Quiet Night, hum wants ...
Among the Night of Silence.
The market crowd, cribs power
- The Cracow
For a moment or a child again,
In this fun day.
Hey, people, holidays are coming!
Lights star smiling
Again in gifts
The whole world!
Hey, people, holidays are coming!
Let them open their hearts,
Start from scratch
Time to count!
Snow falls softly, as if someone
pudrował world,
Do not look at others, do the same thing ...
That no one was alone.