When we love our fellow men. Everyone is born again. That's his lesson. That's his blessin'. Christmas Calypso! Children's chorus: Father Christmas always brings. Toys, and treats, and sweets, and things. Christmas morning my heart sings. On the tomb where already, my love rests. Happy, I will lay myself down and let it be my time to die. And under the same cross, our two bodies will sleep. Our eyes will be outlined by the same horizon. And with the same soil, our mouths will be filled. When for eternity, our souls will be united. The palace of our wildest dreams. Vay Tiền Nhanh Chỉ Cần Cmnd Nợ Xấu.

la boheme charles aznavour translation