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