text: Once more I sent to you a letter
  Tenderly kissing its pages
  And opening the bottle of your evil perfume
  Im inhaling its intoxication
  And then oh so clearly I see
  These thin black birds taht are flying
  From the bottle they fly to the South
  From the bottle of Nuit de Noel
  And soon anoce again comes the spring
  When the youthful violins of Venice
  Will dance out your grief and your sorrow
  Will dance out your gloom and despair
  And then your sins seems not as bad
  And your blue mistakes will become lighter
  Please dont be afraid to share all your spring kisses
  When almond trees begin to bloom
  Please dont cry for me my dear friend
  Im a bird that is frozen and sulking
  My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy
  He makes me dance non-stop all day
  And picking up the lucky tickets
  I stare at the unhappy faces
  And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka
  Im falling asleep on my feet
  Once more I sent you a letter
  And tenderly kissing its pages
  Dont be angry at me for an unhappy end
  So seductive are my bitter tears
  And due to your evil perfume
  All this is because of those black thoughts
  Flying like birds from the bottle to the South
  From the bottle called Nuit de Noel