As an old sin
You always appear to me the same
Your laughter echoes
You put your shoes in a window
And you dream, always
You go around the world without travelling
And the Christmas Eve is coming
You could have
Told me some sudden words
You know, my eyes
Are still filled with the same fog.
But it's quite opposite...
Now, the sorrow in me is making roots
And the Christmas Eve is passing..
That was our last (Eve)
And now the bells ring again, I listen to them...
No, not every eve is Christmas'
is the Cristmas Eve.
At the last moment
As always on that Eve
The lady next to us
unucima kolac pece – Bakes cookes for her grandchildren
In my room
Only an old watch shows time
And the Christmas Eve is passing