When The Holiday Has Come
When the holiday has come, friends gather,
with gifts and flowers, a toast to you will raise.
One of glasses hitherto not ringing, will uttered a sigh,
one of the candles in hand with flame, gentle will burn.
Be happy, I wish you from afar,
Be happy, doom they do not forget.
my soul this day you celebrate,
my soul prays God to protect you.
When the holiday has come, my friends will come running,
songs will greet and debt will not fall asleep.
one of the songs hitherto distant memory will cry,
one of the colorful flowers above all others peeping.