Good King Wenceslas

Wenceslas looked out the window
At the feast Stefan —
The snow lay like a sheet,
Smooth, crisp, spicy.
Pouring light moon
Although freezing even voice;
And out of the forest was poor,
Collecting firewood.
«Page, come and stand with me,
Molvi, if heard:
That peasant — who is he?
Where is his house? ««Sir, we have mountains in the distance,
On the border of the forest,
Where gushes out of the earth
Legend of St. Agnes. "
«Bring me bread and wine,
Pine wood, too,
Dinner, we demolished it,
In poverty will help. «Came the night the king and the page,
Came together efficiently,
Despite the wind cries
And the terrible cold.
And walked in the footsteps of page
That the king left;
Snow is where St. Turn,
To the earth melted.
Well you know, people who are rich
Originally il money
Oschastlivte poor —
Happiness be with you.
Wenceslas looked out the window
At the feast Stefan —
The snow lay like a sheet,
Smooth, crisp, spicy.
Pouring light moon
Although freezing even voice;
And out of the forest was poor,
Collecting firewood.