Little man, where are you going
Running like this on your bare feet
I'm running after Paradise
Because it's Christmas, they say...
The Christmas of the street
It's the snow and the wind
And the wind of the street
Makes the children cry
The light and the joy
Are behind the windows
Neither for you, nor for me
It's for our neighbor
My little one, have fun
Looking, looking
But above all, don't touch anything
Looking from afar...
Christmas in the street
It's the cold of winter
In wide open eyes
Des street children
Sticking their snouts to the windows
All the little ones have their big backs
They are huddled together like Jesus
That Saint Mary would have lost...
Christmas in the street
It's snow and wind
And the wind in the street
Makes the children cry
They go away sniffing,
They go away empty-handed
Noses in the air and looking
A splendid star
My little one, if you see it
While walking, while walking
Warm your little fingers in it,
While walking straight..
The Neol of the street
It's in the sky of their life
A sleeping star
Who didn't come down...

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