I will com to you on Christmas Eve like always
So you wouldn't be by yourself and so we'd decorate the Christmas tree
And you'll say - I still keep all the stuff,
the sailor suit and the first shoes
I'll be a child when in your arms
Fragrant quince (you)
Years fly by like minutes
And pictures easily become yellow, fragrant quince
Years go by and children are men already
Because time judges on everyone, fragrant quince
I will com to you on Christmas Eve like always
So you wouldn't be by yourself and so we'd decorate the Christmas tree
I'll be a child when in your arms
Fragrant quince (you)
Years fly by like minutes
And pictures easily become yellow, fragrant quince
Years go by and children are men already
Because time judges on everyone, fragrant quince [2x]