Текст оригинала на английском языке Christmas Song Above the weary waiting world, Asleep in chill despair, There breaks a sound of joyous bells Upon the frosted air. And o'er the humblest rooftree, lo, A star is dancing on the snow. What makes the yellow star to dance Upon the brink of night? What makes the breaking dawn to glow So magically bright, — And all the earth to be renewed With infinite beatitude? The singing bells, the throbbing star, The sunbeams on the snow, And the awakening heart that leaps New ecstasy to know, — They all are dancing in the morn Because a little child is born. |
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