What a sad December is happening,
I heard that two people from the city commented
Today they saw my wardrobe humble,
They thought that the poor do not have Christmas
I told them, I live here in the countryside
And it provokes me the crying, the smoke in the city
The air feels different,
I prefer the province, to live naturally
Yes sir, the season is buna,
I enjoy the whole year, not only at Christmas
I have here in the field, a tree of adeveras,
You have in your house, an artificial pine,
My tree is illuminated by me, the moon and the stars
And you the little lights, you have to buy them
Then I told you that the gifts,
New Year and Kings, give us happiness
You just have to take care of the people,
That sometimes gives us, to ask us more
They said that, what philosophy, for a gentleman of the field
For an old gentleman,
Life teaches you many things,
That you never learn them, at the University
Yes sir, the season is buna,
I enjoy the whole year, not only at Christmas
I have here in the field, a tree of adeveras,
You have in your house, an artificial pine,
My tree is illuminated by me, the moon and the stars
And you the little lights, you have to buy them
Only among all we can make this a better place :)