Deck the halls with boughs of holly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don we now our gay apparel
When the game has just been lost. When the race has all been run. When the storm has left your ship well-tossed... Ignore the coast. Get your stars uncrossed
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[Music: Paul O'Neill, Robert Kinkel] [Instrumental] THAT FIRST LETTER, THAT SHE HAD READ IN THAT ATTIC FAR FROM BED WAS FROM A FATHER TRYING TO SAY
Fordítás: Megszökik. AGAY.
Fordítás: Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Ágai Holly.
