In the middle of heaven,
the flowers are white,
From the angel of the Lord, the Christmas Eve.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
In a garden, the flowers are white,
On the Messiah,
the Christmas Eve.
God put on the sky,
the flowers are white,
To give me a birth, Jesus, the Christmas Eve.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
The star shines for everyone,
the flowers are white,
When he gave us the Savior,
the Christmas Eve.
The parrots sing, the flowers are white,
On the streets and on the streets,
the Christmas Eve.
Today the world is full
of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
The parrots sing,
the flowers are white,
On the streets and on the streets,
the Christmas Eve.
At the Christian houses,
the flowers are white,
The lights are burning on the windows,
the Christmas Eve.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
Everyone is waiting for him,
the flowers are white,
On the holy cross,
the Christmas Eve.
Everyone is singing and praising him,
the flowers are white,
With faith they are praising him,
the Christmas Eve.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.
Today the world is full of the Son of the Most High,
The Christmas Eve of the Lord.