For my beloved children: Krystian, Natalia and Jacob
There was quite a few confusion last night.
A Christmas spirit - filled
And the feeling that she'll most likely stay
A part of life trampled on by a man.
First the bombs broke,
What glitter was all over.
Later the lights besides met destiny sad
Thrown out with mistletoe.
When there were no ideas or intentions,
The decorations are stuck in nothingness,
In Sukurs came the angels of the saints,
By dropping off ideas from the past.
They showed the box in the attic,
They vacuumed, didn't say a word.
They lit ancient lights
And they went back to eternity.
So retro, not so distant,
I inactive remember children's times...
They'll most likely vanish like the fog someday.
But now it's Christmas again!
Before the first star blinked,
There's a tree already in the room.
The birds return to the prag,
Though they live in their families all day.
