Zakopower: Mędrcy świata

Wise men of the world, monarchs
Where are you hastily going?
Tell us, the Three Kings,
Do you want to see the Child?
He is in the manger, there is no throne
And he does not wield a scepter,
And the prophecy of his death
It's already spreading around the world.

Jesus, baby Jesus
In a hay, in a little manger,
Angels, pigeons
they fly, coo,
they puff, they blow on the donkey and the ox.


Wise men of the world, cruel anger
The child is haunting
The news is terrible, the news is sad
Herod is plotting a conspiracy.
Nothing scares off monarchs,
They rush to Bethlehem,
The star announces the savior to them,
They are happy with hope.

Jesus, little Jesus ...

God was born in this shabby shack
he sleeps with the cattle,
And to this shed people came -
they all go with gifts.
Here the three kings are offering
myrrh, frankincense, gold.
What will you give, good shepherds?
- Lady's hearts willingly!

Jesus, little Jesus ...
Carol!
The author of the text: words - traditional or Bartłomiej Kudasik
Text added: anmar09