I do not feel superior to you
So you shouldn’t feel superior to me
I don’t feel inferior to you
So you shouldn’t feel inferior to me
I always feel the same for everyone
It’s nice if everyone feels the same as me

Each of us entered this world
Totally **** as a wintered tree
A bundle of nerves and emotions
And all worldly knowledge free

Each of us will leave this world
Perhaps clothed as a summered tree
Still a bundle of nerves and emotions
Knowledge gained or knowledge free

Rudolf the famous red-nosed reindeer,
Liked to go to local pubs for beer,
He went with Santa Claus,
And drank without a pause,
Now he can fly fast without fear.

Even as a small child  
I had liked to believe,  
That the fat man in red  
Had many toys to give,    
To make all the children  
Happy on Christmas Eve;  

For on this holy night  
Santa is not a lie,  
And children everywhere  
Will be watching the sky,  
To see if Santa Claus  
And reindeer will pass by;  

But it's not a big deal  
If it's a fairy tale,  
Adults need something too  
when happiness is frail,  
And Santa brings a smile  
Like Christmas cards in mail.

Scorching flames burn on the left
Freezing cold awaits on the right
Walking the tightrope of everyday life
Keeping the final destination in sight
He’s walked for five and seventy years
Towards a glimmering light
But a few slips are enough to set one back
Still he’ll walk into the night

They were just new-born baby snowflakes,
heavy raindrops splashing on the walls,
half an hour later fully grown,
and falling like fluffy cotton *****;

It snowed heavily for half a day,
the snowflakes falling without a sound,
everything slowly changed to white,
rooftops, treetops, bushes and the ground;

Such a beauteous stunning scenery,
was thrilling to capture all in mind,
for a joyous glorious little while,
snowflakes made me leave my cares behind.

Into unchartered waters the night ship sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales,
Entering a world human eyes have never seen,
Where reality and fiction are somewhere in-between,
Where dreams seem real though ghostly in form,
And confusion and fear are often the norm,
But the sailor has no means to steer and control,
Uncomfortably impotent and passive is his role,
As his night ship into unchartered waters sails,
Beyond the seas beyond the seals and whales.