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I want to be a child again
There in the village, in the parental home
To snow again like in a old winter
Like when I was a kid and I expect
Holidays to arrive.
To write a long letter to Santa
With everything then he does not brought me
Now to bring me
Time in place, to stop for a moment
To see him on Santa when he arrives.
There in parental house
to mystery clock to wait on Santa
to bring to me now desired toys
And do not ask me if I was good.
To go caroling with other children
On village street, at each house
For a penny, apples and sweets
And every flake, freeze to my face.
To sit all, gathered around the table
And father and mother to not be gone
To feel again parental warmth
To know as in the dearest place in the world
It will be always someone there, to love me.
It’s so warm and well in house
Outside snowing with crystal snow
Only fire in stove sounds like snaps
At the table stretched with delicious food
To wait the carol singers to come.
In house to smell of fir
A cake and orange peel.
To snow outside and to be frost
In this night they come and angels from the heavens.
I want to remain a child, I do not wanna grow up.