How long have you been waiting for her, whence I have been waiting for her, all of us will gather us again. At home, home by the big tree, here I feel best. Outside the window is still white as a dream and children play in the snow. Looking at them in dreams, I sink again and with you. White Christmas is like a fairy tale and it does not stop giving, childish laughter to rain and love to rain, many more days.
How long have you been waiting for him, since I've been waiting for him, this moment of gifts, but for me, but for me it's a gift every day we're all fine. White Christmas is like a fairy tale and it does not stop giving, childish laughter to rain and love to rain, many more days. White Christmas is like a fairy tale this world, this world of pure snow, more beautiful than before, better than before he's going straight.
