The fire crackles

The fire crackles in the fire place And blow the heat on my face In the evening of a wise moonlight. The fire sings in the floodlit hearth In embers and in orangy wood Darken by flames dancers Which rise of hurt waltzers In the highest of the foreign heavens The fire crackles in the fire place And sing warmly a music Which revives the mined hearts By a long snowy winter And participle in the enjoyment of angelic Christmas In the unstable and orangy light.