Fir-tree  was living in the wood...

Fir-tree was living in the wood,

The tree was tall and lean.

All seasons it was very good

And always in the green.

               The storm was singing it the song:

               "Sleep well, sleep well, my tree!

               The winter's lasted very long.

               Take care! Don't freeze!"

Fir-tree was loved by animals,

They often he tree sought.

The hares sprang like snowballs

But wolves passed it by trot.

                A horse with shaggy, tired legs

                Is hastening in the cold.

                The snow's crunching under steps

                Awaking silent world.

The horse is drawing an old sledge

With a man in a shabby suit.

He wasn't sorry any branch

And cut Fir-tree at the root.

          Fir-tree is now very bright

          With many coloured toys.

          The children's hearts are full of light

          And singing filled with joy.