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The swing has already broken,
where she used to swing,
her pride has already been humbled,
of the young woman I loved...

Welcome to the timid Christmas,
where is his timid wife,
fixing the dress,
fixing the hair,
the daughters of the timid Christmas,
the churumbe cord...

Whoever wants to be my friend,
must have three things,
a good chair, a good horse,
good legs to run...

Welcome to the timid Christmas,
where is his timid wife,
fixing the dress,
fixing the hair,
the daughters of the timid Christmas,
the churumbe cord...

Who goes around in love,
and has nothing to spend,
should throw themselves into a puddle of water,
like leather to soak...

Welcome to the timid Christmas,
where is his timid wife,
fixing the dress,
fixing the hair,
the daughters of the timid Christmas,
the churumbe cord...

I'm going back to my land,
to see my beautiful dark-skinned girl,
to see if I can dance with her,
or if I end up pulling her hair...

Welcome to the timid Christmas,
where is his timid wife,
fixing the dress,
fixing the hair,
the daughters of the timid Christmas,
the churumbe cord...