Silver Winter has come again,
Kids flying sled.
We make Christmas,
We play snowballs.
They hit my window,
The sound of a bitter winter.
Invites you to the new year,
The playful word of the snow.
Tales told by my mother
Great from each other
My mother tells fairy tales
Leads to good
Tales of generations
Pillars in the future
We tell my mom
Thank you very much
We get it from fairy tales
Examples of goodness
We will ask again
Stories, proverbs
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