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Carol of the End of Century

Two thousand times,
My little, beloved,
You've been laid in the stable
In Christmas time.

Echoes of the night said:
The Chosen, Awaited.
Grim dawn was changing
Your soft hay into rock.

Two thousand times,
You've opened people's hearts
With unearthly amazement
Of your nailed hands.

You've been hanging on the cross
In torment, but with smile.
Vulnerable to mockery,
Up to our judgment.

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
You're filling our hearts
With hope and tears.
In Cana of Galilee
You turned water into wine.
But people don't believe
But people still mock.

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
In this year, the 2000th,
Whisper your mother: sleep,
For we're swinging
The Godly Baby.
Please take our hearts
Put them into your little hands.

You, so green a plant,
Boy with golden hair,
Are bare-footed on clay
In such freezing cold.
Bless all children,
Water, grass and heather.
And on keyboards,
Compose new hymns.

Let's blight the millennia,
Even both of them.
Let's create new and more beautiful lines
Can you hear - it's harmony
Crying it's farewell
To two thousand years, two thousand years...

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
You're filling our hearts
With hope and tears.
In Cana of Galilee
You turned water into wine.
But people don't believe
But people still mock.

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
Two millennia pass by
This unique night,
Which is hiding the Moon,
Lighting up the Sun.
And a shepherd believes
That power is weakening.

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
You're filling our hearts
With hope and tears.
In Cana of Galilee
You turned water into wine.
But people don't believe
But people still mock.

You're being born, Baby
You're dying, Baby.
Two millennia pass by
This unique night,
Which is hiding the Moon,
Lighting up the Sun.
And a shepherd believes
That power is weakening.