I remember it so clearly I can almost see it:
Grandma taking me to church,
Around me people kissing one another
And exclaiming "Christ is born!"
Ref.
It's Christmas, it's Christmas,
The prangijas* are firing off,
And grandma is preparing the česnica,
But... I'm not there.
My old man is carrying the badnjak,**
I can see it now like a picture,
White frost forming in the hair
Of the bell toller up in the bell tower.
Ref.
It's Christmas, it's Christmas,
They prangijas are firing off,
And grandma is preparing the česnica,***
But... I'm not there.
My little fingers are shivering,
Grandma is taking me to church...
"Come on, sonny, cross yourself
And say "Christ is born".
Ref.
It's Christmas, it's Christmas,
The prangijas are firing off,
And grandma is preparing the česnica,
But... I'm not there!