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Na gorskim zboczu choinka rosla.
Do snu kolysal ja halny wiatr,
jej buzie latem sloneczko grzalo,
zima, otulal snieg Polskich Tatr.
Mijaly lata - rosla choinka
glowka siegajac niebieskich chmur.
Jej stopki skrywal gaj wonnych jagod,
do tanca spiewal ptaszat chor.
Znow przyszla zima, a z nia - gorale.
Scieli choinke, w rynek zawiedli
gdzie ludu prostego moc.
Tam ja znalazla uboga wdowa
na Bozych Narodzen Noc.
Wiec stoi teraz strojna odswietnie
w bombki, lancuchy, swiatelek sznur.
Koledy ci jej dzieci spiewaja
wtoruje - pasterki chor.
W biednej stajence - Pan sie narodzil
gloszac nam milosc, on Bozy syn.
Pokoj dla swiata, usmiech dla brata
I odpuszczenie naszych win.
18 grudnia 2000
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In Tatra Mountain's slopes
A little tree was growing
Rocked by the friendly wind in Spring
Tucked-in by white flakes of snowing
Years passed, little tree got bigger
Her green top almost reached the clouds
Her feet covered carpet of blueberries
Birds sang her freedom song - around
Snowy winter returned and people
cut down little tree, brought to town
where poor widow bought her for Christmas
for children singing carols around
Now little tree stands like a queen
dressed in silver, strikes of gold and lights - blinking
People keep admiring her class
and choir is carols singing
on X-mas' midnight mass!
Lord is born in Bethlehem's stable
in poor stable, yet the world to win
calling for peace and love among people
and for forgiveness our sins!
December 22, 2000
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