The sky is becoming orange,
The night is drawing near,
We eat a bowl of porridge,
Because outside it’s drear’,
Christmas is coming soon,
We put the tree lights on,
And sing
And suddenly nuns are singing,
And the whole room is filled with sounds reaching Heaven,
Resounding gongs and cymbals,
Over and over
Outside the dawn is breaking,
There are shades of pink, yellow, green,
The sky is blue,
As ...