The fourth is the last of the Advents
Soon already it will be Christmas Eve
For us the time of festivals begins
With Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar
There are very many who write stories
But few who suffer them
In the end there is only one hero
Who didn’t fall into the crypt with everyone else…
Advent, Advent
My star, it burns
You can all bear it
So let us celebrate
This trend
And wet our throats
It’s almost Christmas
Advent, Advent
The fourth candle that now burns
The time is ripe, the ground quakes
There’s only one thing, the scene is alive
Advent, Advent
My star, it burns
You can all bear it
So let us celebrate
This trend
And wet our throats
It’s almost Christmas
Advent, Advent
The fourth candle that now burns
The time is ripe, the ground quakes
There’s only one thing:
The scene is alive
The scene is alive
The scene is alive
The scene is alive
Advent, Advent
My star, it burns
You can all bear it
So let us celebrate
This trend
And wet our throats
It’s almost Christmas
Advent, Advent
The fourth candle that now burns
The time is ripe, the ground quakes
There’s only one thing, the scene is alive