White chrisanthemums
You bring to me, with no mockery,
As if you take them from the sky,
From the Christmas black star.
Ah-ah white little leaves,
Ah-ah-ah I don’t put an end point.
I fall asleep with questions,
You fall asleep, but without me,
And snow covers us more and more,
but chrisanthemum flower is alive.
Ah-ah white little leaves,
Ah-ah-ah I don’t put an end point.
And it’s Christmas on my watch,
The Holy Virgin is before my eyes
With a little boy in her arms,
And I unintentionally torment myself…
...White little leaves,
Ah-ah-ah I don’t put an end point.
Ah-ah and snowflakes fly,
Ah-ah-ah the record is over...