Agata Rymarowicz - Biała piosenka

On a white tablecloth, a white angel sat down
He brang a letter from the heavens, like a mailman
You write about everything being all right, in white verses
But you won't come here on Christmas Eve, the snow covered our dreams

I won't be alone, I'll sit with the angels
We'll sing together, until the power prevails
While staring into the fire with white notes
I'll enchant the night with a white bird feather

I won't be alone, I'll sit with the angels
We'll sing together, until the power prevails
While staring into the fire
I'll enchant the night with a white bird feather

The whole house will be filled with the hum of angel wings
The moonlight will enter through the window
In your letter I'll find a snow white wafer
With its corner broken off, and with a trace of your hand

Shiny figurines are dancing on the Christmas Tree
The white night is filled with Bethlehem's miracle
I send you letters together with the whitest messenger
While quietly humming for the One that's born today