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Christmas time, it snows,

tenderness grows

up to the sky and above

my heart sings

flying on your wings

my angel, my love.

 

When the snow flies

all my dirty lies

are visible at first sight

Your love is a trap

waiting on the doorstep

waiting for me day and night.

 

Through every warm breath

You make me forget

any woman I loved so far

Snow in the air

fingers in your hair

play piano and guitar.

 

Your hands, your name

always cold, always the same

oh, my Russian girl

Is it snow or white bees

tips of pine trees

shine like icy pearl.

 

Wine and fireplace

fire on the face

balalaika in the night

Christmas time, it snows

my heart grows

and everything is white.