Sing me a song like a bird in the spring,
Petting my back with a warm fluffy wing,
Tell me in french sweet bonjur not ova,
I will answer in russian straight 'yes' sounds"da",
Tell me my sweetheart you `re now alive,
Sink in my soul or rapidly dive,
Come,dear, come through the glittering sky,
On white Christmas Eve we are trying to fly,
To the marvelous land, to eternity stand,
Singing with saint angels "Glory",
Nor feeling guilty neither sorry,
Blessing Lord in last weak breath,
Under snowy winter trees
Petting my back with a warm fluffy wing,
Tell me in french sweet bonjur not ova,
I will answer in russian straight 'yes' sounds"da",
Tell me my sweetheart you `re now alive,
Sink in my soul or rapidly dive,
Come,dear, come through the glittering sky,
On white Christmas Eve we are trying to fly,
To the marvelous land, to eternity stand,
Singing with saint angels "Glory",
Nor feeling guilty neither sorry,
Blessing Lord in last weak breath,
Under snowy winter trees
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