I can feel the soft lips of the season
Kissing my colourful skin
It leaves a certain melody on my pores
And fills the emptiness left from long ago
Hymns of the manger rhyme with the wind
While the business of men soldier on
The church bells announce the joyous meet
While Santa prepares our bounteous fanta
The breeze of the eve roam with cheerful hope
And day and night dance the friendly salsa
Our savior alone
The chief cornerstone
And the hope of life
Born in a manger
And sins to atone
So sings the melodious trombone

Win before you start
Ride on the tentacles of faith
And carry thyself to the place of victory
Give yourself no chance to lose
Compete with none
Start from one
And count the stars that brighten the journey
Knowing well that you already won

The baby orphan in the needy cradle
Be his hope like light on a candle
The woman vending in the wild sun
Don't steal her tired goods and run

The single dad toiling hard
He's already worn out don't make him mad
The friend in need of that helping hand
Be that hand and spin the magic wand

The family from which you come by blood
Don't spoil their name lest you get hit by a flood
The man in you, called by your name
Nurture him right to be the kindest fame

The place you call your very country
Do your best and make it a beloved territory
The brother from the other border nation
Be no racist, respect his notion