January hurry to shine bright sun, early, early dawn,
white coppers on tap, early sun to go with first love to see.
Rosna bunch of shrubbery, clear sun broke with morning
that waiting young Nicolas, Nicolas young piper, because it sleep not sleep.
With the wrist to ornament, in the eyes to look at him,
hug him, kiss, two words spoke to me. (x2)
a Sunday on the square clear sun, as we all gather,
young Nicolas blow, I sing to him, young old to play.
then again not clearly setting sun, let there be light,
to enjoy a whole village, young girls and boys, to wait and night.
With the wrist to ornament, in the eyes to look,
hug him, kiss, two words I speak. (x3)