Good King Wenceslas — BlackMore s Night

Wenceslas looked out the window At the feast Stefan - The snow lay like a sheet, Smooth, crisp, spicy. Pouring light moon Although freezing even voice; And out of the forest was poor, Collecting firewood.

"Page, come and stand with me, Molvi, if heard: That peasant - who is he? Where is his house? " "Sir, we have mountains in the distance, On the border of the forest, Where gushes out of the earth Legend of St. Agnes. "

"Bring me bread and wine, Pine wood, too, Dinner, we demolished it, In poverty will help. " Came the night the king and the page, Came together efficiently, Despite the wind cries And the terrible cold.

And walked in the footsteps of page That the king left; Snow is where St. Turn, To the earth melted. Well you know, people who are rich Originally il money Oschastlivte poor - Happiness be with you.

Wenceslas looked out the window At the feast Stefan - The snow lay like a sheet, Smooth, crisp, spicy. Pouring light moon Although freezing even voice; And out of the forest was poor, Collecting firewood.