Hush, an urban prophecy says the following:

when the first moonbeam will light the concrete

in the sacred evening of Christmas Eve,

everyone will have his own fir tree and will smile.

 

Stories for babies, put it back on the shelf!

Don’t disturb us with your lack of trust! To continue,

it will be fog at the docks, but all

will be on the cliff to praise the Lord!

 

And afterwards they’ll go home and drink

a boiling coffee in order to wait for Santa.

And the canteen will be full and even

poor fellows will feast and sing Hallelujah!