Vánoce na míru [English translation]

Putting the kettle on for tea,

Street sounds so softly outdoors,

It's five o'clock and it is already eventide,

Just crakle of the ignis is heard,

We're finally together again,

There is window on the windows,

And us, at one table,

We toke up last year,

The first star rises,

I dont know prettier day in the year,

If I can wish something,

Fitted Christmas in the wrapping paper.

If I can wish something,

To awaken the baby in us again.

Dont soar back and forth anymore,

There is something mystical,

A snow covered up all hastiness,

The first star rises,

I dont know prettier day in the year,

If I can wish something,

Fitted Christmas in the wrapping paper.

If I can wish something,

To awaken the baby in us again.

If I can wish something,

Simper in us,

If I can wish something,

Fitted Christmas in the wrapping paper.

If I can wish something,

To awaken the simper in us again.