Jazz rhythm of Hosanna

The count of stars in the sky over the snow,

so great, and the cold is an open space.

Today, once again, turns off, turns on a star

Brave new. My eyes, they are the only glow

coals coldest night,

I will again today

I make a new tune. Time moves on,

in the middle of the snow troll gnomes living in the country.

I am a soon-extinguishing, the last day of the radius,

in December alone in the cold shaking.

Winter is the time for a lap icy lady love,

the long winter ahead. Crystals in February

he installs the eaves boards, then

while the love of blindness makes our hearts in March.

I disturbed sleeping in the lap of winter love,

too early, far too early.

Who are you I do not know who I am, I do not understand it.

I just know it's time to frost flowers,

the outline of those roses ice.

Excuse me, let if your feelings do not

cold well carry.

In the time is frozen wings,

and a Christmas angel in heaven

singing Hosanna to the rhythm of jazz.