The children of Bethlehem
are playing in the square,
look, the kings are coming,
there are one and two and three:
"But where are you coming from,
with your horses and your camels,
but who are you, pray, who are you?
what is it that brings you here?"
"I’m coming from the Distant Orient,
from the land of gold and silver,
but at night I cannot sleep:
I saw a star, a star in the sky."
But at night he cannot sleep:
he saw a star, a star in the sky.
The children of Bethlehem…
"I’m coming from the Distant Orient,
from the land of flowers and of perfumes,
but at night I cannot sleep…
The children of Bethlehem…
"I’m coming from the Distant Orient,
from the land of the poor and the sick,
but at night I cannot sleep…
The children of Bethlehem…
…with incense, gold and myrrh…
"We’re coming from the Distant Orient,
we saw his star as it rose,
we’ve come all this way to adore
the King of the Jews who is born here."
They’ve come all this way to adore
the King of the Jews who is born here.
The children of Bethlehem
are looking at the sky;
"Look, the star is shining
right above Lord Jesus’ house.
Let’s go quickly all together
with the horses and the camels;
with the wise men we have found
where our Saviour Christ is born."

Uri, uri, uri, ura,
uri, uri, uri, ura.
Uri, uri, uri, ura,
pam pam, pam pam, pam parapam pam,
pam pam, pam pam, pam parapam pam,
larala la la la.
A little baby will be born,
a little baby.
A little baby will be born,
a little baby.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
come little baby, come!
Uri, uri, uri, ura…
His mother Mary lives in Bethlehem,
his father is a carpenter.
His mother Mary lives in Bethlehem,
his father is a carpenter.
What is his name? Emmanuel.
Uri, uri, uri, ura...

He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s a poor worker, born in Bethlehem,
his mother Mary, his father Joseph.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He has eyes speaking of love,
speaking of the Father, speaking of God.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He died on the cross, full of pain,
he died for men, full of love.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
My God has entered into death,
yet he’s coming, he’s rising, he’s coming, the Lord.
Let us shout, let us sing: "He rose from death,"
my God has conquered, has conquered through love.

Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
Today a child is born, his name ‘Emmanuel!’
His name ‘Emmanuel,’ his name ‘Emmanuel:’
Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, rejoice, today the Saviour is born!
Shepherds, let us go…
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
Rejoice…