Heavenly angels and saints.
Praises to God the Savior is born.
Man at last is saved from his sins.
The church bells toll,
A stream of colours flows towards the church.
For some it’s a year since they last came,
Others it’s day and night, morn’ and evening.
Quarrels over dresses, food and drinks,
The faces still carry them right into the church.
The scars of last night’s fight show on her face.
He pockets the bitten finger, which still drips with blood.
« return.