Текст и перевод песни Clyde McPhatter - White Christmas

White Christmas

La vie est pleine de chants joyeux
Le bois craque dans le feu
La table est dj garnie
Tout est prt pour mes amis
Et j′attends l'heure o ils vont venir
En coutant tous mes souvenirs

Life is full of joy songs
Wood crackles in the fire
The table is already dressed
Everything is ready for my friends
And i′m waiting the time when they'll arrive
Listening to my memories
Oh quand j'entend chanter nol
J′aime revoir mes joies d′enfant
Le sapin scintillant, la neige d'argent
Nol, mon beau nol blanc

Oh when i hear singing christmas
I like to see again the joys of my childhood
The scintillating fir, the silver snow
Christmas, my beautiful christmas
Oh quand j′entends sonner au ciel
L'heure o le bon vieillard descend
Je revois tes yeux clairs maman
Et je songe d′autres nols blancs

Oh when i hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes mother
And i think to other white christmases
Oh quand j'entends sonner au ciel
L′heure o le bon vieillard descend
Je revois tes yeux clairs maman
Et je songe d'autres nols blancs

Oh when i hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes mother
And i think to other white christmases

White Christmas

My life is full of joyful songs
Wood crackles in the fire
The table is already dressed
Everything is ready for my friends
And I'm waiting for the time when they'll arrive
Listening to all my memories

Life is full of joy songs
Wood crackles in the fire
The table is already dressed
Everything is ready for my friends
And I′m waiting the time when they'll arrive
Listening to my memories
Oh when I hear singing Christmas
I like to see again the joys of my childhood
The scintillating fir, the silver snow
Christmas, my beautiful Christmas

Oh when I hear singing Christmas
I like to see again the joys of my childhood
The scintillating fir, the silver snow
Christmas, my beautiful Christmas
Oh when I hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes, my love
And I think of other white Christmases

Oh when I hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes, my love
And I think of other white Christmases
Oh when I hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes, my love
And I think of other white Christmases

Oh when I hear ringing at sky
The time when the good old man comes down
I see again your clear eyes, my love
And I think of other white Christmases