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Christmas time, it snows,
tenderness grows
up to the sky and above
my heart sings
flying on your wings
my angel, my love.
When the snow flies
all my dirty lies
are visible at first sight
Your love is a trap
waiting on the doorstep
waiting for me day and night.
Through every warm breath
You make me forget
any woman I loved so far
Snow in the air
fingers in your hair
play piano and guitar.
Your hands, your name
always cold, always the same
oh, my Russian girl
Is it snow or white bees
tips of pine trees
shine like icy pearl.
Wine and fireplace
fire on the face
balalaika in the night
Christmas time, it snows
my heart grows
and everything is white.
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