Advent, Advent
Advent, Advent Advent, Advent, a little light is burning, He dreams while he sleeps, Of jumping, fluffy sheep. Advent, Advent, a second little light is burning, he can already feel that time is running, towards which a third little light is burning. Tired in the dream space, he turns on his side, snoring. Advent, Advent, the third candle is burning! He hears the banging...
