Merry Christmas!

Open wide the gates of your souls

We haven't come here to ask for anything, we've come here to give.

Chorus:

These pristine flowers are real and true

Just like The Good News that we bring to you.

White, pristine white flowers, real and true,

White, pristine white apple flowers.

From beyond the mountains of Life and Illusion

We harvested last night these apple flowers.

We got them from those mountains where the apple trees

Bear golden fruit forever and ever.

Chorus:

These pristine flowers are real and true

Just like The Good News that we bring to you.

White, pristine white flowers, real and true,

White, pristine white apple flowers.

The flowers that we harvested last night

Will make seeds in the fields of your souls

And they'll grow golden apples, of which

All the carolers have been dreaming of, for centuries.

Chorus:

These pristine flowers are real and true

Just like The Good News that we bring to you.

White, pristine white flowers, real and true,

White, pristine white apple flowers.

Dear friends, this is my way of wishing you for Christmas more than I can say with words. I've translated above the most beautiful lyrics I know from a Romanian carol. In the communist regime, it was illegal to sing a Christian song, and all the lyrics had to be in disguise. My extraordinary school teacher Mrs. Barzu taught us this song when we were just 7 year old. The recording is from a folk show, with two beautiful voices accompanied by a cello and a guitar.  Merry Christmas!