[Verse 1]
A little fir was born one fine day,
So slim, bright and fair.
It grew up so green through cold and heat,
With beauty beyond compare.
The blizzard sang a sweet song:
'Hi, lovely baby.'
The frost embraced with light snow :
'Warmth and light to you.'
[Chorus]
Oh, my little fir, angel, ever cute,
Your beauty pleases our hearts anew,
You shine through any icy-cold.
Аnd you warm our souls.
[Verse 2]
The forest hums its bell song,
The fir is in your house forest so white.
Her branches dance with snow along,
And we sing songs to you bright.
[Chorus]
Oh, my little fir, angel, ever cute,
Your beauty pleases our hearts anew,
You shine through any icy-cold.
Аnd you warm our souls.
[Bridge]
On a wonderful winter evening,
When snow is fall down lightly,
The Christmas tree is sparkling .
And we celebrate the New Year’s night.
25.12.2024
Poetry: Leon Bratslavsky
The Christmas Tree
© Copyright: Леонид Брацлавский, 2024
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