EN
In autumn, winter has come to full bloom;
the trees are silvered with frost.
Let us sing joyfully, too,
just as the sweet song of the finch from the forest
echoes across the snow-covered meadows
and to the water, locked in ice.
A calm has settled over those steep slopes;
The Jizera has slowed its flow;
all the people awaken in God
and hurry with songs of joy
to wish the mother, by God’s grace,
that she may happily give birth to a child.
Even those sparrows behind the gate,
when snow clothes the trees,
now sing the morning Rorate Masses.
When the mists dissolve once more;
frost will permeate the winter season,
then Advent will emerge from them.
Let us wish all people a handful of love
and children joy in life
and warm fur for the animals in winter.
To travelers on snow-covered roads,
let us wish the hospitality of towns.
May the song ring out happily.
