Market and street stand all leave
still lit up every house
musing I’d go through the streets,
everything looks so festive.
At the windows, women
brightly colored toys decorated pious,
thousand children stand all look and
are so very happy still.

And I wander from the walls
and out into the open field.
Sublime shining, holy showers
as so far and still the world

Stars wrap up the circles;
from the snow solitude
increase’s as wonderful singing.
Oh, you got some time of grace